Waking up at 6AM has always been a challenge for me; even the prospect of attending the earliest rave of my life did not help the matter. I rolled myself out of bed with the promise of feeling ‘more energized and alive than I could ever imagine’- or so the Morning Glory organizers would have me believe. Although I have never been one for early starts, my overarching sense of adventure left me feeling surprisingly intrigued when asked whether I would like to cover a ‘rave’ at such an unnatural hour. There would, after all be free massages.
I found myself soon retreating into the fur collar of my coat as I approached the warehouse space in foggy Hoxton, starting to question whether I should have just stayed in bed. I was unsure what to expect of such an event, as the only parties I have been to at this time in the morning were those that had spilled over from the night before in an intoxicated haze. I braced myself to come face to face with the kind of lip chewing party-goers I’m accustomed to. As such, I was rather delighted when I stepped into the warehouse and found a room full of bright-eyed, healthy ravers dancing the morning away.
Had I not experienced this for myself, I don’t think I would have believed that a gathering of this nature could exist at this time in the morning. The contrast between the miserable Wednesday dawn outside and the atmosphere within these walls was extraordinary. The bright lighting and loud, pumping music had already worked its magic on the sea of early risers as they happily bounced and danced their way to consciousness. Everybody in the room seemed so overwhelmingly euphoric and enthusiastic that it was actually quite infectious and I found myself drawn out of my usual glum morning mood.
The event attracted a healthy variety of punters ranging from tutu-clad girls to awkwardly bobbing groups of guys and even a fair few suited and booted office workers. The large majority of the crowd ranged from 20-30 years old, but it was nice to see a few solid appearances from the older generations kicking it harder than most, dare I say. Fancy dress was in full flow and the bright, gaudy garments were almost too much for early morning eyes.
I couldn’t help but notice how everybody there seemed to have a particular passion for dancing and they were all alarmingly good at it, as exemplified by the couple locked in tango and the pirouetting strong men in tights on the stage at the front. This level of dancing combined with the well-lit dance floor meant that I was hesitant to whip out my limited, rusty dance moves. However, after a little encouragement from friendly fellow ravers I eased myself into the thick of the crowd and became part of the dancing mass.
The DJ’s were the centre of attention to an even greater extent than on a typical night out, as the crowd of eager and receptive early risers appreciated the arrival of each song and took it upon themselves to provide a constant stream of people serenading the DJ’s on stage with dance and showing the rest of us how its done. The music ranged from banging house to current chart hits and classic club anthems. The diversity was sufficient to keep everybody happy and shaking a leg.
Unlike a typical night on the town consisting of shot after shot of Sambuca, party dwellers here indulge in gourmet coffee and power smoothies that help to catalyze the waking up of the body and the mind. Massages are on offer, but only if you arrive early enough to sign up. Regrettably I learnt this the hard way.
The ‘morning rave’ was maybe not the revelatory cure for mornings that I was hoping for [nothing but euthanasia can rid you of mornings, Ed.], but it certainly was a refreshing and energetic approach to the usually monotonous morning regime. It also provides an interesting alternative to the night clubbing experience that we have become accustomed to in this day and age. Despite my frequent morning grumpiness, I immersed myself in dance and thoroughly enjoyed all that the event had to offer. Morning Glory offers a wholesome, hearty vision of clubbing that I had never really contemplated.