In My Memory

Tecktonik was introduced to me by Nab in a college dorm room. I was blown away by the complexity of the music, dance and the people. However, I would not consider this to be my first experience with tck. To truly begin to understand tck, you have to be exposed to a place where you are dancing (which is completely necessary) and there are other people dancing. To say I did not appreciate tecktonik before my experience is accurate, especially in comparison to my appreciation for it now. The setting for this tecktonik "rave" was also a college dorm room, essentially transformed for this type of get together. There were strobe lights/colorful lights making designs on the wall in the darkness of the room, 10 people jammed into this tiny space, huge speakers and most importantly, a DJ spinning the music.
At first I was overwhelmed and, as many would be, scared to dance. What if I wasn't good? What if I looked stupid? After all, this was completely out of my comfort zone (in terms of dance and music). The situation healed itself; you try standing still in a small room with 10 people who are dancing around while you yourself WANT to dance to this catchy music but are not. I'm not sure how or why I started dancing, but once I did, and stopped thinking about the "what if's", I was freed. I let go (relieving the awkward feelings I had about the situation) and danced with the tecktonik-loving individuals around me. The comfort of the situation was that these people loved it just as much as I did (and had initially tried to hide) and went just as crazy as I did when the drop pushed through the speakers. At some point you just stop thinking. By the time I stopped dancing (4+ hours later) in the early morning hours my legs were searing with pain. The music had taken me so far away from my own judgments and my self imposed restrictions (based on those society supports) that I had kept dancing and not felt the pain (that is until the music stopped). The experience was beautiful; I can now see why this subculture is spreading across Europe so quickly. Feeling like you fit in and are not being judged, that you can fully let go and appreciate the music is all part of tecktonik and what it means to be a tecktonik killer.
I hope that eventually this movement will be transferred out of Europe and into the States with the same positive feeling it possesses in France, and the lack of judgment as well. The first step, however, is being comfortable with yourself. Until then...Vive le tecktonik!

"In My Memory" by DJ Tiesto

The Mission

It is obvious through history and throughout our personal experiences, that anything extreme or different draws a lot of attention. Much of this attention is focused around the idea that people don’t understand what’s going on or simply dislike it. Parents of tckers interviewed on the Paris news stated that they didn’t mind their teenagers partaking in the movement and that they were good kids (some even staying out of trouble since joining the tecktonik movement). A unifying theme in the newscast, however, was of people’s lack of understanding. No one interviewed, especially the adults, seemed to know why tecktonik had come around or why it is such a fast growing subculture.
I am beginning to find more and more negative comments on youtube about tecktonik. What I failed to recognize in the first place is that it isn’t just Americans who dislike tecktonik and think it’s “gay” or Parisians who support it (“Vive le tecktonik!”); people of all backgrounds like and dislike tecktonik. For as many nasty comments about the videos, there are supportive comments refuting previous statements; I have identified nearly 10 different languages in the comments of these videos arguing back and forth with one another.
Perhaps it isn’t just Americans who need to be more open to new concepts, perhaps it’s human beings in general. Perhaps tecktonik just happened to find the least judgmental and open minded individuals in Paris and brought them together under one name, tecktonik (named for the different styles of dance and music coming together like the collision between the tectonic plates). Perhaps the spread of the movement is to similarly open minded people in other cities of Europe. After all, you can’t be convinced to like tecktonik; you either do or you don’t (this however does not mean that you can’t respect it as a dance form).

"The Mission" by DJ Tomcraft

Mad Traxx

The beauty of tecktonik is that you can’t look that way anywhere else without drawing attention, nasty comments and dirty looks. It has it’s own completely unique style (composed of styles from all over) but even beyond that, people don’t judge. People create their own look. Yoji, a hardstyle DJ wears large metal rimmed glasses frames, has yellow dreadlocks on the back half of his head while the front half is shaved. This is a style of his own that people admire and imitate; no one condemns him for standing out. This form of dress is rebellion against all norms in a less destructive format. Societal norms from all cultures are challenged here by the clothing, hairstyles and dance; it simply cannot be mimicked because of the environment necessary to nurture it. Unfortunately there are no sources that state this rebellion, however, it’s an educated assumption based on the tellings of Nab and other tck blogs. Paris is the only place this can be gotten away with and one of the only places that people won’t stare at a tcker as they walk by.
The tecktonik killers’ bodies are utilized to the fullest to express themselves; they decorate themselves with makeup, phenomenal hairstyles and clothing, preserve their bodies through straying from alcohol and drugs and dancing in exactly the fashion in which they want to.
It seems they truly fit in their bodies; their body truly is who they are as a person and that confidence radiates outwards. I doubt that many Americans could agree with that concept; most are unhappy with many things about themselves (based on the judgment of others) and strive for change (to ends that are as extreme as plastic surgery) because of these insecurities.

"Max Traxx" by DJ Furax

Pure Devotion

Beyond the music, there is one thing within tecktonik that is more important. The drop. The drop is the most highly anticipated part of any song. Generally there are a few minutes of intro music, which consists of one or two sound bits layered on top of one another. Then there’s a build up; people get charged and excitement surges. The drop itself is when the bass starts (especially in tecktonik) and the beat/ sound bits become exceedingly complex. This is the heart of people’s excitement. It’s the cue to dance your heart out. The beauty of the drop as I see it, is that you don’t need to know the song to know it’s coming. Within the rock subculture there’s a “drop” of sorts but unless you know every single song being played, you don’t necessarily hear it coming. This makes it harder for everyone involved to let go at the same time or at all. The drop produces a natural high for you and those around you. With all of this excitement and shedding of inhibitions, people begin to let go. Logically, it let’s you move faster and dance harder, essentially reliving stress.
People love this feeling, and the dance associated so much that they don’t want to leave it; so, they take it to the streets. The streets also provide a place for younger tckers (not yet of club age) to dance to their hearts content. Because of this public display and videos on the Internet, tecktonik is making a name outside of Paris.
Tecktonik killers have started forming teams. They’re competitive with one another but friendly. It’s acknowledged that everyone is there because they love the music and for this, no one judges.
I find that within the rock subculture in the US, people do judge. As much as this group is moving away from social norms and catching slack from the “normal” kids, they don’t respect each other enough to not judge. You can always hear girls whispering nasty things about her hair color or his shirt or her shoes. It’s ridiculous that in a place where everyone is openly defiant of society, there is no common uniting factor in the music. Maybe in the US, people will always judge.


Pure Devotion by Freeloader