1992-3, When raves were still underground, not sponsored by Pepsi, and you had to seek out 'map points' to get an address of a warehouse somewhere. It was like a game of hide and seek with the cops. I remember finally getting an address in an industrial part of town and turning down a long dark one way street and having to stop and flash my high beams and wait. someone on the other end would flash theirs and we would drive down and make the turn to see about 100 cars parked behind a warehouse. $10 to get in, $1 beers to anyone (if you needed alcohol, most didn't 'need it' already...) and usually a DJ with a portable system on the 'stage' - more lasers, lighting and smoke machines than you would expect to see at a mobile party, and the lights would go out and the DJ would stop once in a while with a command to "shut the F up" when a lookout would signal someone that the police were around. Later the big ones went to the local Indian reservations to skirt permit issues. Good times to be young.
