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Electronic Cities
Music, Policies and Space
in the 21st Century
Editors
Sébastien Darchen Damien Charrieras
University of Queensland City University of Hong Kong
St Lucia, QLD, Australia Kowloon Tong, Hong Kong
John Willsteed
Queensland University of Technology
Brisbane, QLD, Australia
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Contents
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Notes on Contributors
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Journal of Media and Cultural Studies. His research interests include cre-
ative industries, popular music studies, and media economics.
Paul Hollins is Professor of Cultural Research Development at the
University of Bolton and Director of the Leeds Conservatoire in the
United Kingdom. He has followed his lifelong passion for contemporary
music and has written and presented extensively on academic themes
focused on his primary research interests, most notably in the develop-
ment of punk, post-punk and electronic music more broadly. Reflecting
on his ‘lived experience’ of the first wave of punk and too many years
following bands and sleeping in damp railway stations has helped much
of his work to date.
Anita Jóri is a research associate at the Vilém Flusser Archive, Berlin
University of the Arts (Universität der Künste Berlin, UdK). She studied
applied linguistics and history, and finished her PhD thesis ‘The Discourse
Community of Electronic Dance Music’ in 2017 at Eötvös Loránd
University, Budapest, Hungary. Her research interests include electronic
dance music cultures, gender and diversity issues in EDM scenes, and
applied linguistic methodologies. Jóri is also a chairperson of the German
Association for Music Business and Music Culture Research (GMM).
Ewa Mazierska is Professor of Film Studies at the University of Central
Lancashire. She has published over thirty monographs and edited collec-
tions on film and popular music. They include Popular Viennese Electronic
Music, 1990–2015: A Cultural History (2019), Popular Music in the Post-
digital Age, co-edited with Les Gillon and Tony Rigg (2019), Popular
Music in Eastern Europe: Breaking the Cold War Paradigm (Palgrave, 2016)
and Relocating Popular Music (Palgrave, 2015), co-edited with Georgina
Gregory. Mazierska’s work has been translated into over twenty languages.
She is also principal editor of Routledge Journal, Studies in Eastern
European Cinema.
Morad Moazami is a doctoral candidate at the University of Oxford’s
Oriental Institute. A former film and music critic, he specialises on the
intersection between media, popular culture and ideology from 1960s’
Iran through to the present day. As an academic, his work has been pub-
lished in the International Journal of Baudrillard Studies as well as in
Notes on Contributors xv
xix
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Overarching Aim
This edited volume analyses how Electronic Dance Music (EDM) scenes
emerge and develop in different city contexts. By city context, we refer
not only to the cultural and political history of a city but also to the built
environment and its transformation through planning policies or real
estate actions. These elements inform the emergence and development of
EDM scenes and lead to a diversity of ‘electronic cities’.
S. Darchen (*)
University of Queensland, St Lucia, QLD, Australia
e-mail: s.darchen@uq.edu.au
D. Charrieras
City University of Hong Kong, Kowloon Tong, Hong Kong
e-mail: dcharrie@cityu.edu.hk
J. Willsteed
Queensland University of Technology, Brisbane, QLD, Australia
e-mail: j.willsteed@qut.edu.au
© The Author(s), under exclusive license to Springer Nature Singapore Pte Ltd. 2021 1
S. Darchen et al. (eds.), Electronic Cities,
https://doi.org/10.1007/978-981-33-4741-0_1
2 S. Darchen et al.
Matos (2015) states that the term EDM originated in academia to make
a distinction between EDM, which is dance and club oriented, and
Electronica which evokes Intelligent Dance Music (IDM). EDM refers
to popular electronic music genres such as ‘house’ and ‘techno’ bound to
the visceral experience of dancing, as well as specific sites (rave parties,
clubs and lately large outdoor festivals). Stubbs states that “Electronic
dance music has supplanted post-rock as the new stadium rock, as popu-
lar guitar music reached a creative terminus” (Stubbs 2018, p. 9). EDM
artists such as Skrillex have developed a new style and language from
electronic music, accentuating directness and simplicity, and in the pro-
cess filling arenas and stadiums (Stubbs 2018, p. 30). According to Stubbs
(2018, p. 392), Skrillex is at the vulgar end of dubstep: he is to EDM
what Kiss is to rock. Apart from Skrillex, many prominent artists perform
under the banner of EDM, like Deadmau5, Swedish House Mafia,
Calvin Harris, Carl Cox and David Guetta. As stated by Stubbs: even if
one can sense some grunginess in the sound of Deadmau5, EDM is asso-
ciated with mainstream electronic music and is considered a “sell-out,
white-out, a massive stadium-swelling cliché”; a genre that has nowhere
to go; a genre that marked the point where rave and club music became
over-legitimised (Stubbs 2018, p. 395). If the 1990s rave parties conjured
up an image of huge off-the-grid gatherings fuelled by ecstasy and acid,
the current EDM festivals appear more often than not to be a tool for city
branding, promoting cultural policies and the development of entertain-
ment districts. EDM is also associated with massive post-2010 festivals
like Tomorrowland in Belgium, which was created in 2005 and hosted
400,000 people by 2019, a logistical and security nightmare.
EDM in its mainstream version can be linked to larger strategies of
reconfiguration of the built environment. The chapter on Cluj-Napoca in
Romania (Chap. 13) gives a detailed analysis of the local strategies put in
place by the Council to set up and promote two main EDM festivals
Untold and Electric Castle in a rural setting. Contrary to what the term
IDM might imply, beyond formulaic musical anthems, commercial clubs
1 Introduction: Electronic Music, Policies and Space… 5
Underground/Mainstream
events to rise and thrive in the city also shape and transform cultural and
artistic communities in the city. Some contributions in this volume
engage in the analyses of those struggles around the availability of spaces
for electronic music events and practices.
EDM as a genre is strongly informed by urban spaces, be they inner
city clubs, industrial warehouses or outside venues in the case of rave and
festivals. Urban spaces are the products of a city’s history, its topology and
its geographic location; its relation to other cities at different scales; its
economy and industries, its demography and modes of governance
(Brabazon 2011). Pre-existing configuration of physical spaces also
informs the development of musical genres. Wylie (2016) argues that the
surge of musical creativity in 1960s’ Detroit was linked not only to the
influx of African Americans from the southern states, but also to the fact
that these families were living in two-storey neighbourhoods rather than
high-rise, which created the opportunity for the ownership of pianos.
The emergence of grunge music in Seattle was linked to the temperate
climate of the North West that allows bands to rehearse in garages all year
long. The explosion of club music in Berlin in the 1990s is linked to the
significant number of vacant properties located on the former east side of
central Berlin (Deck and Von Thullen 2014; Wylie 2016). In Japan, the
development in the 2000s of Onkyo music, with its pauses, silences and
low volume, was due to the lack of sound insulation in the performing
venues of Tokyo (Novak 2010).
Research questions about spaces in relation to electronic music that we
will answer in the conclusion are as follows:
• To what extent are current spaces/venues for electronic live events under
threat in the city?
• To what extent are planning or real estate interventions affecting the spa-
tial dynamics of EDM scenes?
• To what extent do cultural/music policies enable (or hinder) the develop-
ment of new spaces for EDM live events in the city?
12 S. Darchen et al.
Historical scenes are where electronic music really started to grow into a
distinct genre. Important US cities for electronic music like Chicago and
Detroit have received significant academic attention, especially in rela-
tion to the development of Electronic Dance Music (EDM) (Matos
2015; Rietveld and Kolioulis 2019). Electronic music as a genre also
developed early in other countries, tied to the development of technology
among other aspects. Japan, for instance, which has a strong tradition in
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O’Flaucherty, at Dalkeith fair, when he was at his ’prenticeship; he,
not being accustomed to malt-liquor, having got fouish and frisky—
which was not his natural disposition—over half-a-bottle of porter.
From this it will easily be seen, in the first place, that it would be with
a fecht that his master would get him off, by obliging the corporal to
take back the trepan money; in the second place, how long a date
back it is since the Eirish began to be the death of us; and in
conclusion, that my honoured faither got such a fleg as to spane him
effectually, for the space of ten years, from every drinkable stronger
than good spring-well water. Let the unwary take caution; and may
this be a wholesome lesson to all whom it may concern.
In this family history it becomes me, as an honest man, to make
passing mention of my faither’s sister, auntie Mysie, that married a
carpenter and undertaker in the town of Jedburgh; and who, in the
course of nature and industry, came to be in a prosperous and
thriving way; indeed so much so, as to be raised from the rank of a
private head of a family, and at last elected, by a majority of two
votes over a famous cow-doctor, a member of the town-council itself.
There is a good story, howsoever, connected with this business,
with which I shall make myself free to wind up this somewhat fusty
and fuzzionless chapter.
Well, ye see, some great lord,—I forget his name, but no matter,—
that had made a most tremendous sum of money, either by foul or
fair means, among the blacks in the East Indies, had returned before
he died, to lay his bones at home, as yellow as a Limerick glove, and
as rich as Dives in the New Testament. He kept flunkies with plush
small-clothes, and sky-blue coats with scarlet-velvet cuffs and
collars,—lived like a princie, and settled, as I said before, in the
neighbourhood of Jedburgh.
The body, though as brown as a toad’s back, was as pridefu’ and
full of power as auld king Nebuchadneisher; and how to exhibit all
his purple and fine linen, he aye thought and better thought, till at
last the happy determination came ower his mind like a flash of
lightning, to invite the bailies, deacons, and town-council, all in a
body, to come in and dine with him.
Save us! what a brushing of coats, such a switching of stoury
trousers, and bleaching of white cotton stockings, as took place
before the catastrophe of the feast, never before happened since
Jeddart was a burgh. Some of them that were forward, and geyan
bold in the spirit, crawed aloud for joy at being able to boast that
they had received an invitation letter to dine with a great lord; while
others, as proud as peacocks of the honour, yet not very sure as to
their being up to the trade of behaving themselves at the tables of the
great, were mostly dung stupid with not kenning what to think. A
council meeting or two was held in the gloamings, to take such a
serious business into consideration; some expressing their fears and
inward down-sinking, while others cheered them up with a fillip of
pleasant consolation. Scarcely a word of the matter for which they
were summoned together by the town-offisher—and which was about
the mending of the old bell-rope—was discussed by any of them. So,
after a sowd of toddy was swallowed, with the hopes of making them
brave men, and good soldiers of the magistracy, they all plucked up a
proud spirit, and, do or die, determined to march in a body up to the
gate, and forward to the table of his lordship.
My uncle, who had been one of the ringleaders of the chicken-
hearted, crap away up among the rest, with his new blue coat on,
shining fresh from the ironing of the goose, but keeping well among
the thick, to be as little kenspeckle as possible; for all the folk of the
town were at their doors and windows to witness the great occasion
of the town-council going away up like gentlemen of rank to take
their dinner with his lordship. That it was a terrible trial to all cannot
be for a moment denied; yet some of them behaved themselves
decently; and if we confess that others trembled in the knees, as if
they were marching to a field of battle, it was all in the course of
human nature.
Yet ye would wonder how they came on by degrees; and, to cut a
long tale short, at length found themselves in a great big room, like a
palace in a fairy tale, full of grand pictures with gold frames, and
looking-glasses like the side of a house, where they could see down to
their very shoes. For a while they were like men in a dream, perfectly
dazzled and dumfoundered; and it was five minutes before they
could either see a seat, or think of sitting down. With the reflection of
the looking-glasses, one of the bailies was so possessed within
himself that he tried to chair himself where chair was none, and
landed, not very softly, on the carpet; while another of the deacons, a
fat and dumpy man, as he was trying to make a bow, and throw out
his leg behind him, tramped on a favourite Newfoundland dog’s tail,
that, wakening out of his slumbers with a yell that made the roof
ring, played drive against my uncle, who was standing abaft, and
wheeled him like a butterflee, side foremost, against a table with a
heap o’ flowers on’t, where, in trying to kep himself, he drove his
head, like a battering ram, through a looking-glass, and bleached
back on his hands and feet on the carpet.
Seeing what had happened, they were all frightened; but his
lordship, after laughing heartily, was politer, and kent better about
manners than all that; so, bidding the flunkies hurry away with the
fragments of the china jugs and jars, they found themselves,
sweating with terror and vexation, ranged along silk settees, cracking
about the weather and other wonderfuls.
Such a dinner! The fume of it went round about their hearts like
myrrh and frankincense. The landlord took the head of the table, the
bailies the right and left of him; the deacons and councillors were
ranged along the sides like files of sodgers; and the chaplain, at the
foot, said grace. It is entirely out of the power of man to set down on
paper all that they got to eat and drink; and such was the effect of
French cookery, that they did not ken fish from flesh. Howsoever, for
all that, they laid their lugs in everything that lay before them, and
what they could not eat with forks, they supped with spoons; so it
was all to one purpose.
When the dishes were removing, each had a large blue glass bowl
full of water, and a clean calendered damask towel, put down by a
smart flunkey before him; and many of them that had not helped
themselves well to the wine while they were eating their steaks and
French frigassees, were now vexed to death on that score, imagining
that nothing remained for them but to dight their nebs and flee up.
Ignorant folk should not judge rashly, and the worthy town-
council were here in error; for their surmises, however feasible, did
the landlord wrong. In a minute they had fresh wine decanters
ranged down before them, filled with liquors of all variety of colours,
red, green, and blue; and the table was covered with dishes full of
jargonelles and pippins, raisins and almonds, shell walnuts and
plum-damases, with nutcrackers, and everything else they could
think of eating; so that after drinking “The King, and long life to
him,” and “The constitution of the country at home and abroad,” and
“Success to trade,” and “A good harvest,” and “May ne’er waur be
among us,” and “Botheration to the French,” and “Corny toes and
short shoes to the foes of old Scotland,” and so on, their tongues
began at length not to be so tacked; and the weight of their own
dignity, that had taken flight before his lordship, came back and
rested on their shoulders.
In the course of the evening, his lordship whispered to one of the
flunkies to bring in some things—they could not hear what—as the
company might like them. The wise ones thought within themselves
that the best aye comes hindmost; so in brushed a powdered valet,
with three dishes on his arm of twisted black things, just like sticks of
Gibraltar-rock, but different in the colour.
Bailie Bowie helped himself to a jargonelle, and Deacon Purves to
a wheen raisins; and my uncle, to show that he was not frightened,
and kent what he was about, helped himself to one of the long black
things, which, without much ceremony, he shoved into his mouth,
and began to. Two or three more, seeing that my uncle was up to
trap, followed his example, and chewed away like nine-year olds.
Instead of the curious-looking black thing being sweet as honey,—
for so they expected,—they soon found they had catched a Tartar; for
it had a confounded bitter tobacco taste. Manners, however, forbade
them laying it down again, more especially as his lordship, like a man
dumfoundered, was aye keeping his eye on them. So away they
chewed, and better chewed, and whammelled them round in their
mouths, first in one cheek, and then in the other, taking now and
then a mouthful of drink to wash the trash down, then chewing away
again, and syne another whammel from one cheek to the other, and
syne another mouthful, while the whole time their een were staring
in their heads like mad, and the faces they made may be imagined,
but cannot be described. His lordship gave his eyes a rub, and
thought he was dreaming, but no—there they were bodily, chewing
and whammelling, and making faces; so no wonder that, in keeping
in his laugh, he sprung a button from his waistcoat, and was like to
drop down from his chair, through the floor, in an ecstasy of
astonishment, seeing they were all growing sea-sick, and as pale as
stucco-images.
Frightened out of his wits at last, that he would be the death of the
whole council, and that more of them would poison themselves, he
took up one of the cigars,—every one knows cigars now, for they are
fashionable among the very sweeps,—which he lighted at the candle,
and commenced puffing like a tobacco-pipe.
My uncle and the rest, if they were ill before, were worse now; so
when they got to the open air, instead of growing better, they grew
sicker and sicker, till they were waggling from side to side like ships
in a storm; and, no kenning whether their heels or heads were
uppermost, went spinning round about like peeries.
“A little spark may make muckle wark.” It is perfectly wonderful
what great events spring out of trifles, or what seem to common eyes
but trifles. I do not allude to the nine days’ deadly sickness, that was
the legacy of every one that ate his cigar, but to the awful truth, that
at the next election of councillors, my poor uncle Jamie was
completely blackballed—a general spite having been taken to him in
the townhall, on account of having led the magistracy wrong, by
doing what he ought to have let alone, thereby making himself and
the rest a topic of amusement to the world at large, for many and
many a month.
Others, to be sure, it becomes me to mention, have another version
of the story, and impute the cause of his having been turned out to
the implacable wrath of old Bailie Bogie, whose best black coat,
square in the tails, that he had worn only on the Sundays for nine
years, was totally spoiled, on their way home in the dark from his
lordship’s, by a tremendous blash that my unfortunate uncle
happened, in the course of nature, to let flee in the frenzy of a deadly
upthrowing.—The Life of Mansie Wauch, Tailor in Dalkeith.
JOHN BROWN;
OR, THE HOUSE IN THE MUIR.
These two solitary worshippers of Him whose eyes are on the just,
and whose ear is open to their cry, had proceeded to the beginning of
the fourth verse of this psalm, and were actually employed in singing
with an increased and increasing degree of fervour and devotion, the
following trustful and consolatory expressions—
O blessed is the man whose trust
Upon the Lord relies,
Chapter I.
Whosoever is fortunate enough to have seen Edinburgh previous
to the year 1817—when as yet the greater part of its pristine character
was entire, and before the stupendous grandeur, and dense old-
fashioned substantiality, which originally distinguished it, had been
swept away by the united efforts of fire and foolery—must remember
the Old Tolbooth. At the north-west corner of St Giles’s Church, and
almost in the very centre of a crowded street, stood this tall, narrow,
antique, and gloomy-looking pile, with its black stancheoned
windows opening through its dingy walls, like the apertures of a
hearse, and having its western gable penetrated by sundry
suspicious-looking holes, which occasionally served—horresco
referens—for the projection of the gallows. The fabric was four
stories high, and might occupy an area of fifty feet by thirty. At the
west end there was a low projection of little more than one story,
surmounted by a railed platform, which served for executions. This,
as well as other parts of the building, contained shops.
On the north side, there remained the marks of what had once
been a sort of bridge communicating between the Tolbooth and the
houses immediately opposite. This part of the building got the name
of the “Purses,” on account of its having been the place where, in
former times, on the King’s birthday, the magistrates delivered
donations of as many pence as the King was years old to the same
number of beggars or “blue-gowns.” There was a very dark room on
this side, which was latterly used as a guard-house by the right
venerable military police of Edinburgh, but which had formerly been
the fashionable silk-shop of the father of the celebrated Francis
Horner. At the east end there was nothing remarkable, except an iron
box, attached to the wall, for the reception of small donations in
behalf of the poor prisoners, over which was a painted board,
containing some quotations from Scripture. In the lower flat of the
south and sunny side, besides a shop, there was a den for the
accommodation of the outer door-keeper, and where it was necessary
to apply when admission was required, and the old gray-haired man
was not found at the door. The main door was at the bottom of the
great turret or turnpike stair, which projected from the south-east
corner. It was a small but very strong door, full of large headed nails,
and having an enormous lock, with a flap to conceal the keyhole,
which could itself be locked, but was generally left open.
One important feature in the externals of the Tolbooth was, that
about one third of the building, including the turnpike, was of ashlar
work—that is, smooth freestone—while the rest seemed of coarser
and more modern construction, besides having a turnpike about the
centre, without a door at the bottom. The floors of the “west end,” as
it was always called, were somewhat above the level of those in the
“east end,” and in recent times the purposes of these different
quarters was quite distinct—the former containing the debtors, and
the latter the criminals. As the “east end” contained the hall in which
the Scottish Parliament formerly met, we may safely suppose it to
have been the oldest part of the building—an hypothesis which
derives additional credit from the various appearance of the two
quarters—the one having been apparently designed for a more noble
purpose than the other. The eastern division must have been of vast
antiquity, as James the Third fenced a Parliament in it, and the
magistrates of Edinburgh let the lower flat for booths or shops, so
early as the year 1480.
On passing the outer door, where the rioters of 1736 thundered
with their sledge-hammers, and finally burnt down all that
interposed between them and their prey, the keeper instantly
involved the entrant in darkness by reclosing the gloomy portal. A
flight of about twenty steps then led to an inner door, which, being
duly knocked, was opened by a bottle-nosed personage denominated
“Peter,” who, like his sainted namesake, always carried two or three
large keys. You then entered “the hall,” which, being free to all the
prisoners except those of the “east end,” was usually filled with a
crowd of shabby-looking, but very merry loungers. This being also
the chapel of the jail, contained an old pulpit of singular fashion,—
such a pulpit as one could imagine John Knox to have preached
from; which, indeed, he was traditionally said to have actually done.
At the right-hand side of the pulpit was a door leading up the large
turnpike to the apartments occupied by the criminals, one of which
was of plate-iron. This door was always shut, except when food was
taken up to the prisoners.
On the north side of the hall was the “Captain’s Room,” a small
place like a counting-room, but adorned with two fearful old muskets
and a sword, together with the sheath of a bayonet, and one or two
bandeliers, alike understood to hang there for the defence of the jail.
On the west end of the hall hung a board, on which—the production,
probably, of some insolvent poetaster—were inscribed the following
emphatic lines:—
A prison is a house of care,
A place where none can thrive,
A touchstone true to try a friend,
A grave for men alive—
Sometimes a place of right,
Sometimes a place of wrong,
Sometimes a place for jades and thieves,
And honest men among.