Ah the memories....
 

 
EDIT: MY GOD THAT REVERB

A couple of my roommates, our girlfriends and some other friends of us were all featured in a magazine article about the underground clubs in Los Angeles.  I missed out on that fortunately, but I was written up in High Times (favorably) about how I did the lighting, decorating and effects for another club (called "Altered States" - ironic considering I later became a Board Certified Hypnotherapist!).

Hmm... That's what I get for replying before checking out the video (I lasted about 2 seconds, fast-forwarded a couple of times, then killed it - there's actually 10 hours of that crap???).
 
Here's two that were popular when I used to go (you'll have to imagine what it's like at 70,000 watts...):
 

 

 

More...
 

 

 
And, from one of the first clubs I ever went to called the Blue Room (early '87)...
 

craigb
 
I lasted about 2 seconds, fast-forwarded a couple of times, then killed it

i skipped the 'fast forwarding a couple of times', in my mind there was no possibility of redemption

One thing about those early rave days was, I didn't appreciate how fit all that dancing kept us. Gyrating for 8 hours straight does gravitate one toward the whippet physique. Or perhaps that was down to the amphetamines, I can't quite put my finger on it....

You guys gave up too soon...it gets interesting at about the 9-hour mark.

bitflipper
You guys gave up too soon...it gets interesting at about the 9-hour mark.

The first time round or the second time round? 

sharke
Ah the memories....
 

 
EDIT: MY GOD THAT REVERB

James - You need to seek professional help 

BobF

sharke
Ah the memories....
 

 
EDIT: MY GOD THAT REVERB

James - You need to seek professional help 

Believe me, there is nobody professional enough.