Twenty year old Holly Wyatt from Essex, England, has claimed the 1988 summer of love is nothing more than an “urban myth”, describing it as a “load of shit” and “lies parents tell their children”.
The fashion student and self-proclaimed ‘house music addict’ who lists Nina Kraviz as her biggest influence took to Facebook to speak out about what is perceived as a defining era for rave culture. “My dad is trying to tell me he went to a rave in 1988 LOL. What a load of bollox, raves didn’t exist back them.”
On reading the Facebook post which had seventeen likes and one comment from someone named Sarah Jenkins saying “You OK Hun? x” Wunderground got in touch with Holly to ask her to elaborate.
“When I was getting ready to go out this weekend, my dad said one of the tunes I had on in my bedroom reminded him of the summer of love” said Holly. I laughed in his face and slammed my door. I can just imagine it now; my parents getting off their nut listening to house. He is such a wind up. Everybody knows raves only originated over the last few years.
“Hungry for the Power only came out in 2011 and I know for a fact that is the oldest house song to date. Plus David Zowie, Disclosure and Calvin Harris weren’t even around back then so it’s all clearly one big lie. How would anybody have known where to go for a rave? Nobody had social media in the eighties. I wish he would stop trying to impress me because it isn’t working.”
Wunderground asked Holly’s father for his view on his daughters musical knowledge “She is a nice girl but she hasn’t got a frigging clue about music or the rave scene” said fifty year old Peter Wyatt. “I am old school friends with Carl Cox and he was round for dinner last week. Holly came in from Uni and had absolutely no idea who he was. We even staged a few conversations to see if she would recognise him. I asked Coxy if he wanted a coffee and he replied “oh yes, oh yes”, yet she still didn’t have the foggiest.
“I listen to anything from Jeff Mills to Billy Bunter, but she doesn’t react. It’s reached tipping point now though. I was washing up last night when I heard a massive thud from her room. When I went up to investigate she was on the floor with a twisted ankle. She had been looking a tutorial on how to shuffle. Is this what modern day ravers are like? If so, I am glad I hung up my dancing shoes in 1989.”
