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RAVER SPOTLIGHT: MAMA MELISSA

After deciding to spend the night in with her husband, Melissa DeAngeles put on the Matrix expecting to just enjoy the movie, but instead fell in love with something completely different. “There was a scene in a cave and there was a big rave. I looked at that and said, ‘That’s me. I want that!’ and Mark (her husband) looks at me and goes, ‘What?!’ I just love it!” Already falling in love with what raving is all about, the craziness, the lasers, the people, Melissa wanted to experience it all for herself. “It’s like when you walk into the Regency Ballroom,” Melissa looks back on, “It’s smokey, loud, and the floor bounces, it’s one of my favorite things to walk into that!”

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RAVING WITH GRANDMA DORI

As someone who raves with their brother I’m all too familiar with the saying that family that raves together stays together. But what if that family member were a whole generation older? What if they were two generations older? Would you be down to party with Grandma?

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FAMILY THAT RAVES TOGETHER, STAYS TOGETHER

Meet my little brother, Phil. He’s 16 months younger than me, almost a foot taller than me, and I believe his spirit animal is a puppy. He’s one of the easiest people to get along with, he always turns up his music way too loud and he loves EDM. But he hasn’t always been this way. He used to be a metal head, who turned up his music too loud and did not like EDM at all.

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HEADED HOME: 3 REASONS WE CAN’T WAIT FOR SHAMBHALA

What started as a small party on a family farm has since grown to become one of Canada’s most beloved festivals. From August 7 -10, Shambhala will take place on that same farm, but its family has expanded to a sold out crowd of over 10,000 each year.

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How My Rave Family Changed My Life

Everyday I wake up at 6:15am and leave for work by 6:50. Then I come back home by 7:45pm (7pm if I’m lucky) to pack my lunch and clothes for the next day, talk to my boyfriend for an hour on the phone, and go to bed by 11pm. Next day, repeat. So you can imagine that on my mom’s birthday I forgot to pick up the cake after a long day with no breaks. I came home to my dad cussing me out in front of my mom and sister, saying that he doesn’t care that I’m working, that I should take my time reading my texts, and that I’m a stupid little…cue the list of angry names he continues to call me while he storms angrily away into his room.

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