Well... I think we all knew it was coming, eventually... all good things must come to an end (if only so that new good things can come to light). I found happy hardcore because a co-worker one day said "come on out to my car and check out this music I found," and it was, on Happy 2b Hardcore, "All That You See and Hear..." I found raving because I did a couple of searches for the music and found the hullaboard... I owe the biggest definitive and positive change in my life directly to the Frolics and, through them, to Hullabaloo... everything I've discovered and enjoyed since then - the incredible people, the amazing music, the memories (and the forget's
)... everything was made possible, at the start, through Hullabaloo.
Your first Hullabaloo;
The first time someone gave you a whistle;
That feeling when you first walked into the door and the sound washed over you;
The first time someone said "Happy Hullabaloo" and gave you a hug;
When the headliner played an unreleased remix of your favourite track;
When Frisky closed the night with "Children of the Night";
When they cut the music and you could hear 800 ravers singing along to "Shooting Star";
Standing in the lineup with kids from 13 states and three countries all standing next to you;
The first time you got absolutely smashed at a Hullabaloo;
When you talked in the washroom for three hours;
Those f'ng stairs;
When Michael Jatas came to Hulla to flier;
When you drank for 2 hours with that guy at the bar, and only stopped when he said "hang on, I have to go spin now";
When you got home from a Hulla and had 56 pieces of paper and everyone had an email or PR name on it;
Standing outside at 6 AM on a Sunday morning shouting "Let’s go to Cherry Beach!" and everyone actually does;
The first time you got a CD, and one for your friend, too;
Partying right through the SARS scare;
Partying right through the blackout;
Bumping into someone and having them apologize;
Dancing;
Singing;
Loving;
Raving.
Happy Hullabaloo.