Let me start by saying it would be far from me, or any real raver, to attack lady Casa or anyone else. By all means let lady Casa and all newcomers have fun, but let there be no cries of ‘make way for the queen’; many others were here first and have been too important to the culture to simply shoulder aside.
To begrudge anyone the love they’ve found in the rave scene would miss the point of everything we do. But while we’re on the subject of missing the point of missing the point, maybe we should rethink the entire idea of the LA times declaring the arrival of royalty over something that was never meant to be ruled. Everything about our ‘set and setting’ is designed to subdue the ego and let people relate as equals without the status obsession that leads to cliques, brawls, and ugliness in mainstream entertainment.
Before popular media and the money behind it attracted a slew of young girls to our scene dressing and dancing like Miley Cyrus and misappropriating native symbols (because why stop at only disrespecting yourself, right?) there was a wonderous colorful underground that should be remembered and respected by the new arrivals and the media that brought them to us.
Lets review history- being there would be better, but some people obviously haven’t bothered. This is for them.
Let me take you back to a warehouse in Los Angeles almost a decade ago, where I walked into a rave called Plurr 3 Operation Unity and a beautiful new world. It was small yet grand event, and my first meeting with these colorful, techno-filled events. Within minutes I was entranced by the presence of a small adorable pink haired phat pant clad woman bubbling over in glittering friendship bracelets and a personality
to match. I saw no reason not to introduce myself, and admitted immediately that I was new and very much in awe. My half-way flirting with an obvious insider would have been a gambit anywhere else, but i inquired about her neon blacklight-reactive bracelet, and without hesitation she took my hand, formed the bracelet in to heart, and proceeded to adorn me with it, confiding in me “I made these for some other friends of mine but you can have this one since because it’s your first time. She gave me a hug before being whisked away in a small swarm of equally colorful people, all soaking up her attention which she magnanimously spread among them all. As she floated away with her entourage we bid eachother “have a great time” and indeed we both did.
Only later did my mentor and dj instructor inform me that I had received my welcome to the scene by the legendary Missy (or Miss E) – one of the most well known and respected ravers around- a fixture ever since the rave scene began evolving from punk. “Probably not single” my friend added with a laugh. But that didn’t matter, sex and jealousy and rejection were all beside the point- I was welcome among the highest of the high.
Mine is but one and hardly the most epic of countless such stories. If you had ever been to a rave in LA between 1991-2008, it would be impossible not to have known or at least heard much about this pink haired socialite.
She is rebellious, amazing , colorful, never having felt the need to under-dress, or disrespect an entire culture in the name of fashion, nor to proclaim herself to be the queen of raves. She didnt have a million instagram followers- she didn’t need them- she was always there – she met her million friends in real life.
In the new age of EDM and ‘massives’ where so much of the magic and mystery of what we do seems to get lost in translation, Miss E embodies what was lost in the translation.
That is why I feel the need to recount my brush with true raver nobility and point it out to those who only know what social media and the LA Times tell them about the subject. You can spot her a mile away always, and she rolls in with a friendly story and a warm hug, she has no concern for her accidental underground fame, and though she was one of the few people
who created the genre she would never say it herself or claim to be any better than any other raver. That is what makes Miss-E the true uncrowed queen of raves- her nobility is not by decree, but a fact of the life she chooses to lead.
No offense to Lady Casa, but if you were meant to wear the crown it would come to you of its own accord, and you would not find it so weighty as to require the support of media infrastructure.
New arrivals need to find their place and just enjoy it instead of trying to climb to the top, before they allow hype and status to destroy the message of Peace Love Unity and Respect.
Long live the Los Angeles Rave Scene.
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