Beirut: Acid Bar

 

The air was heavy with sweat booze and cigarettes. Even heavier in the condensed air was this song.The techno shrill beat makes you want to jump and move like a madman, even if you’ve never heard this song before The people were on the move, on a one way train not caring to look back It was a wonder.

I felt I belonged. I could get used to breathing this air easily. All I wish now is that I had a girl to dance with. A guy too wouldn’t be bad at all. 5 people, me and a girl and a boy. Gay or straight? I don’t know. A dance with each and for each.

 

I don’t remember if there was a smoke machine or sico light or anything of that sort. But I have the feeling there was. It didn’t stand our of place like in Amman. So if there were dance mood effect they blended perfectly and did the job.

 

Now the song is way up. The techno beat is shaking the walls, the floor and the bottles and glasses. The broken glasson the floor is jumping and the peoples’ bodies are vibrating. A blue boy touches the hand of a white boy, and like electricity, the white boy is contaminated. He leans down and kisses the blue boy’s finger and invites him to a sacred dance.

 

Everybody is a stranger. But this place makes them all look familiar. One nation, one family. You’re standing at the bar, shaking your bootie and drinking water. The guy dancing on the bar behind you take the glass and drinks then gives it back. A smile, and a squeeze on your shoulder. The next thing you know, now you are up on the bar, dancing as well.

 

Then a nicely dressed guy comes up. He’s wearing a white shirt. Isn’t he feeling hot? His hair is clean and gelled. He’s white and caucasian. He’s been practicing and fighting away his shyness. He comes up to this gothic sweet girl, who is dancing without a care in the whole wild damned world.