Montreal’s secret parties
16 May 2010 by céline
Montreal, Friday, May 14
Invited to a secret loft party on St-Laurent.
In the stairs of the building, the higher we got, the more dense the air, and the less it was possible to breathe. All the windows were closed, a band was playing music, over 150 person was there sweating dancing, the temperature in the room was almost 47 degrees. Summertime in Montreal can only be experienced inside a secret loft party. Humidity. Yes, it felt like summertime parties on the beach in the middle of the afternoon. The music was awesome, we were there to see to Heart&Soul play. It was Beaver’s birthday, and he was covered in sweat and ladies, all happy, dancing. People screaming: “I love this weather!!” No air. We had to keep the party hidden, even if we all were screaming, and music was blasted.
At 1:45 am, the police showed up, they were 8 policemen and women, armed. Fuck. The party was shut off, they gave the girl who owns the loft a 400$ fine, for throwing an illegal party.
What’s an illegal party? We all left, an address was shared as a secret, and we all walked there. The police on the street on St-Laurent was so obnoxious. I mean you want some peace and quiet, go live in the suburbs! It should be totally legal to throw parties on St-Laurent. The police was just being an asshole with these young twenty something peoples. Police cars everywhere, as we all walk to the new address. It is an old Victorian house on St-Urbain. The house inside is destroyed and it feels like big kids are living there. Drugs are circulating, I think to myself “I feel old” never said that before. I realize this is the only parties that can still go on in Montreal. Where the police is hassling the youth to shut up and hide. They were quiet alright, although they were almost the same amount of people as the first loud party, this time they were all quiet and high. Is this the kind of parties a city would host on a Friday night? Zoom out a little and watch. Police on every street corner. The people walking were mostly Caucasians in their 20′s, a little intoxicated. Police were hassling them, to shut up, sometimes threatening them. I was horrified. It made me angry. I felt like breaking the law. WTF! I leave the Victorian silent drug party, as I don’t do drugs anymore, and I had nothing to live their, i wanted to dance. I walked home, going thru St-Denis, police everywhere again. Some youngsters are screaming laughing, the police goes like “Yomp Yomp” stops in front of them and orders them to shut up and hide. The houses were lit up, people were getting high. There are no other escapes allowed. It seems to me, as my common sense needs to say: it’s much more healthier to be loud and dance ourselves out on a Friday night, then to hide in some random house, with no furniture, but a functional bathroom and people get high. Escape. Le spleen quoi!
This is not right.
I might be an Utopian.
The city I imagine understands its youth
Lets people scream and dance
And allows parties to happen
Everything is forbidden
And Montreal is stagnating
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This is the absolute truth!
It is why i believe in skate parks and rail parks and dance parties. and montreal in the summer.