The entrance was (it still is) inside the subway station. People came from two directions; either from the street or from inside the subway. The cue did reach the subway station hall thru the doors to the actual station (one photo missing) at times.
– Noooo way!
Honest. Coming downstairs (from the south) and up from the platform not a sound. Then you could hear the bassline pressure and see the cue… it was truly a thing of beauty. The anticipation, the dedication, the drum’n’bass crew(s) and the crowd.
Rude boys and girls; the smell of the subway… in the actual underground.
It would be impossible today. 20 odd years have passed; cameras everywhere and uniformed would be there long, long before that would ever happen and then… the police would come. Oppression. I honestly don’t think it can be done today.
Please see: Let Me Tell You A Story.
Scarry clean and empty. Station? Hötorget, Stockholm. Sweden. No, not Kungsgatan, the other entrance. Tunnelgatan…
Outside:
