What would Industry Boy do?
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What would Industry Boy do?
9 August, 2007 | 12.14PM- Section: Music News Topics: Industry Boy Blog
For a while Industry Boy has been battling to maintain a grip on reality. Having to lead the normal life of being in the office at 9am, paying bills, consuming and banking, contrasts strongly with the hedonistic, debauched and fun existence that Industry Boy wants to lead.
It has created a sort of Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde character, and I don’t know who I am anymore.
All died hard clubbers and those who consider dance music a way of life must have similar bipolar disorders.
The nine-to-five routine. The commute to work. The traffic. The Monday morning blues. The arduous meetings. The pen. The paper. The emails. The cock-wipe of a boss.
When Friday afternoon eventually comes around, a youthful vibrancy flows through the veins, one part excitement, one part relief.
The weekend signals freedom to be whoever you want to be.
No conformity. No rules. No uniform.
Two days off from the world, and the lost art of pleasure and leisure becomes prevalent.
Drugs. Alcohol. Sex. Restaurants. Pubs. Bars. Clubs. After-parties. Hot tubs.
In search of the perfect high, soundtracked by Earth-shattering bass and hypnotic beats.
And we must make the most of it, for that pesky reality is but a few hours away.
So sleep is for the weak.
But the only hurdle we must overcome before true hedonistic enlightenment can be reached is the religious disposition of guilt.
The guilt which burns our souls and crushes our animalistic urges.
It says don’t drink that, don’t take that, don’t snort that, don’t fuck that.
Behave yourself, ignore your urges, for they are sinful pleasures – wicked temptations offered by Satan himself.
Enough is enough.
For too long Industry Boy has allowed these relative moral values to dictate the next move.
From now on guilt will not win.
Each time I’m presented with two very different paths I will ask myself ‘What would Industry Boy do?’
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