Boom, Boom, Boom (by T B)

Standing on Pont d'Alma, I felt that my life was in danger as the lampposts began to sway and I saw the concrete disconnect with the astroturf of the bridge in rhythm to the pounding sound around me. Paris was not experiencing its first earthquake, although the large group of ravers thundering down the street did project a sort of catastrophic atmosphere. It was the third annual techno- parade held in Paris. This major event, probably the most important musical event after the traditional Fete de la Musique, started at the ever-famous Eiffel Tower and went on a five hour gallivant through the streets of Paris.

The techno-parade cult led an estimated 100,000 followers with ornate floats, which were trucks transformed by elaborate decoration of jungle scenes and dancing transvestites, with a loud array of booming techno music. The enthusiasm was exploding through the street as the twenty-something crowd took over and declared freedom for ravers all over the world. With their trademark whistles and body paint like victory banners written on them, the crowd made quite an impression in the calm Sunday morning streets of Paris.

The techno-parade lets people express that which the culture of their generation is based on- technology. The rapid change and advance of technology creates a lack of security and stability, which is proven in that even our music is now composed of digital sounds. Paradoxically, people are embracing this representation by proudly and publicly reveling in their choice music. It is not everyone's choice, though. I saw an old lady on her way back from the market shaking her head disapprovingly as she watched the spectacle of the people who seemed to be molded into one large thumping mass. Indeed, Paris is changing, but not quickly. The techno-parade that streamed through Paris is behind in its time. Curiously enough, the number of followers at this years parade was only half of what it was three years ago. Is this just a passing fad in conservative French history? The results are yet to be seen. For now, blow your whistles ravers, paint your bodies, and dance to the beat… however long it will last.