Pirate Radio. The party, we do it well, or we don't do it.

by France Missud

The air is humid, the sky gray and the wind far too chilly. I'm wearing two sweaters, a coat and big socks and I'm still cold. Ah, I didn't miss the weather in Paris. But when I see the smiles on the faces of the bouncers, I remember why I came back for a weekend.

Today is a special day. It's the first time I've been partying in months. And not just any party. A Pirate Radio. The kind of event in which even the bouncers smile. And yeah.

It's noon sharp. My little band and I have just arrived. The event started at 9 a.m. but, for once, we weren't in a hurry. We took the time to sleep and we joined for breakfast. Something changed with the Covid. We don't party like we used to. We were too disappointed. So now, we choose the events carefully and we take our time. We did not come to Radio Pirate by chance. No way.

The group trots down the catwalk leading to the ship's entrance. The first musical notes sound. Ah, what did I miss.... The excitement rises instantly and as soon as I set foot in front of the locker room, I can't help but dance.

The barge anchored in the port of Alfortville has not moved since the Covid. The organizers are trustworthy and it pays off. For almost three years now, every month, the collective has been setting up its turntables there, to our delight.

There are always plants everywhere, daylight (so important to me) shining through the huge bay windows, and smiles on everyone's face.

Ah, those faces, too, I had missed them.

Radio pirate is THE monthly meeting place (well, when they are allowed to open) for fans of good electronic music and good vibes. And so, friends. We all know each other from near or far. If we've been seeing each other for years in other events and festive places such as the Café Barge, the Pisica, Nostromo or the Sunwaves Festival in Romania, here it's a bit like our playground, and we wouldn't miss the date for nothing in the world. There is space, we can run, jump, dance, let off steam, knowing that no one will judge us, push us or attack us. A kind of outdoor center for adults what. In which we come to unload our stressful weeks, and take our dose of dopamine. Tickets put on sale about a month in advance, leave in a few days. At the same time, it's normal, places are limited. 260 pre-sales, a hundred on site. With the turnover, we will be a maximum of 400 to be able to take advantage of the day. Organizations focus on quality not quantity. And it is also reflected in the prices.

Around 10 euros for entry, 4 euros for shots, 2 euros for a bottle of water. We're clearly not here to make money, we're here to please people. And that's why we come back every time.

It's already 6 p.m. and I haven't stopped dancing. Time flies way too fast when you're having so much fun. The barge has seen DSO, Man/Ipulate, Jorge Escribiano and now it's Brasi's turn to play us his best vinyls. The atmosphere is overexcited. The love of music and people is felt in the air. I force myself not to talk too much to my friends. I respect my new mantras in mind. I'm here to let go and make myself feel good.

While the play of lights have replaced that of the day, I no longer know where I put my sunglasses. Surely near one of the beanbags made available on the terrace of the barge... Very quickly I was told that a young man had put them aside for me. I was sure of it !

Nothing bad can happen to you at Radio Pirate.

The style of music, always very quality, which goes from minimal to tech house or even breakbeat, the daytime schedule and the benevolence of the organists attract a healthy clientele and good vibes. Respect and good humor are the key words. Here you will never hear about people drugged without their knowledge, aggression or even theft. And in Paris, frankly, now, it's become rare enough to be noticed.

As 11 p.m. approaches, Audri unleashes the crowd. We don't want to go home but all good things come to an end. It is time to go to bed. I hug my little Parisian friends who I already miss, and take advantage of the last notes before going back to sleep with my friends. My train to Marseille is in 7 hours, it would be a question of not wearing down your health as before. I'm proud of myself, I rather respected my new resolutions. By taking my time, I took advantage without getting unduly tired.

I absolutely do not regret my return Marseille-Paris express. My heart is filled with joy and good memories. Thank you Pirate Radio. The next ones are scheduled for March 20 and April 16. I will be there.

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