As a 53-year-old man, increasingly at risk of becoming both grumpy and old, I find myself further and further from dancefloors, and probably from ever weekending in Ibiza.
Instead I wander into the peaceful mountains on two skis (mostly two) or two wheels looking for... well, looking for a good time!
DJ at the base, DJ at Glacier, DJ at Horstman Hut!
Thank you!
Give my life more bass, more of a beat, and remind me I’m not dead yet.
Put a DJ inside each gondola!
As for the previous complaint (see Pique, March 28, “A short review of Whistler Blackcomb); dude... think about where you live, what you drive, what you eat, what you wear, and who you complain to/about and consider that perhaps you are a most significant environmental disturbance in your world.
Much more so than a few hours of house music.
As for the rest of us, may our amps continue to go to 11 into that good night!
