And it occurred to me then that fun is only fun when it’s stupid. That there is no joy without stupidity, without abandon, without judgment – that music is best enjoyed in this stupid way, in a stupid place like this, with people you love holding stupid tambourines and playing with strangers amid strangers, who are dancing around to a song about spaceship-people building municipalities without permits or city planners but with pop songs.
Dave Eggers: what’s so funny about peace, love and Starship? | Books | The Guardian
I really did not like how this piece started out, I thought Eggers was being an apologist for state-sponsored gambling, which to be honest I really dislike. But once you get past this, he succeeds wonderfully in conveying the joy of a particularly silly night out.