I thought it was the most clever thing to call a party ComeUnity when I first saw it nearly 10 years ago. 
Interestingly enough, the parties weren’t so much a community of people who necessarily did anything other than appreciate amazing music on great sound systems at this monthly party (and many others like it).
Conversation was never the focus at these parties. Everyone (well, I’ll generalize here — there’s no real saying what everyone was thinking) understood the deeper idea of ecstatic dance and reaching higher places in our consciousness by surrendering our thoughts and letting go of our judgments long enough to simply dance. It seemed each month we were creating a ritualistic prayer as we danced hoping, somehow, through something so universal as music, we’d be able to find the thing beauty pageant contestants say they want to create all the time (or at least in Ms. Congeniality!): Whirled Peas
