11-01-2015, 04:15 PM
10/30/15
After taking 2nd in the Tiger Claw Halloween office party, I hightailed it up to Civic Center for this Insomniac produced EMD show. Beat the traffic. Yay! Ran into an old Kung Fu brother on Market who was just returning from his honeymoon. He was wearing lederhosen and headed to a beer bar, and it was very tempting to follow him, but RM was understaffed as usual. The UCS marching band took the plaza in a pre-game rally, and I found myself drawn to it because it was live music, plus I love rudimentary drumming. That was a delightful surprise.
The stage was awesome. A giant skull with round monitor eyes on which images were projected. The mandible moved and we later discovered it was inflatable. Banks of video screens, fog cannons, strobes and lazers. I posted a lot on my instagram. It was really all about the stage because the first acts were unimpressive. boots&pants&boots&pants&boots&pants&boots&pants&boots&pants. Of the 7 Djs, I didn't really tune into until the Magician and then Nightmare who only dropped one rhythm - Oliver Heldens was good and Flostradamus, who I recognize, were the closers and they were enjoyable. Rm was mostly nooBs and I was introduced as 'the psych guy'. Now EDM has been trying to escape the Rave drug stigma, so their security has been confiscating drugs at the door aggressively. Those are turned over to RM. We have been working with Cochella, Bonaroo, Burning Man, and some other events on what we initially dubbed 'the Molly project'. We have access to a lab for full analysis, and we're looking at what's actually being pawned off as X and Molly, trends, etc.
So one of the nooBs gets handed a baggy of 2 dozen+ powder-filled baggies by security and freaks out (although a small quantity, it's a major felony to be holding that much). "What do I do with this?' he asked his nooB team. "Give it to the psych guy?" they reply unsure. I say "Sure, I'll take it." They hand it over. Then I say "I'm not going to take all of this right now though," and dash off into the crowd with it, leaving them with classic nooB 'wth?' expressions.
Now our director likes to show off confiscated drugs to nooBs. They are impressed because they are nooBs and have never seen such stuff for realz. As I walk in, our director is holding court, sitting in a wheelchair, surrounded by nooBs as he points out the different contents of a baggy with maybe a dozen+ random pills. "That's a ton!" exclaims a wide-eyed nooB, as I think to myself, "Nah, not even, only a few grams." The nooBs are impressed, like their really learning something, and just as our director is concluding, I cut in and say "Well, you beat me in diversity, but I think I got more quantity" and drop that baggy in his lap to a huge gasp. "Woah! Where'd you get this?!" he says, and I return my best "srsly? Did you forget who I am?" look. He laughs and I feel my work is done for the night.
It was a night of bad molly - red premiums to be exact - and a lot of etoh. By the evening's end, RM was filled with that reek of vomit, alcohol and sweat. We found Waldo - two in fact - a Waldo and a Waldette. Waldo is easy to find at EDMs because he drinks too much. I was blessed by Jesus. I helped another Jesus who had poked his eye out on his crown of thorns (btw, just a word of advice - when making a crown of thorns for your edm jesus costume, don't use real thorns).
After taking 2nd in the Tiger Claw Halloween office party, I hightailed it up to Civic Center for this Insomniac produced EMD show. Beat the traffic. Yay! Ran into an old Kung Fu brother on Market who was just returning from his honeymoon. He was wearing lederhosen and headed to a beer bar, and it was very tempting to follow him, but RM was understaffed as usual. The UCS marching band took the plaza in a pre-game rally, and I found myself drawn to it because it was live music, plus I love rudimentary drumming. That was a delightful surprise.
The stage was awesome. A giant skull with round monitor eyes on which images were projected. The mandible moved and we later discovered it was inflatable. Banks of video screens, fog cannons, strobes and lazers. I posted a lot on my instagram. It was really all about the stage because the first acts were unimpressive. boots&pants&boots&pants&boots&pants&boots&pants&boots&pants. Of the 7 Djs, I didn't really tune into until the Magician and then Nightmare who only dropped one rhythm - Oliver Heldens was good and Flostradamus, who I recognize, were the closers and they were enjoyable. Rm was mostly nooBs and I was introduced as 'the psych guy'. Now EDM has been trying to escape the Rave drug stigma, so their security has been confiscating drugs at the door aggressively. Those are turned over to RM. We have been working with Cochella, Bonaroo, Burning Man, and some other events on what we initially dubbed 'the Molly project'. We have access to a lab for full analysis, and we're looking at what's actually being pawned off as X and Molly, trends, etc.
So one of the nooBs gets handed a baggy of 2 dozen+ powder-filled baggies by security and freaks out (although a small quantity, it's a major felony to be holding that much). "What do I do with this?' he asked his nooB team. "Give it to the psych guy?" they reply unsure. I say "Sure, I'll take it." They hand it over. Then I say "I'm not going to take all of this right now though," and dash off into the crowd with it, leaving them with classic nooB 'wth?' expressions.
Now our director likes to show off confiscated drugs to nooBs. They are impressed because they are nooBs and have never seen such stuff for realz. As I walk in, our director is holding court, sitting in a wheelchair, surrounded by nooBs as he points out the different contents of a baggy with maybe a dozen+ random pills. "That's a ton!" exclaims a wide-eyed nooB, as I think to myself, "Nah, not even, only a few grams." The nooBs are impressed, like their really learning something, and just as our director is concluding, I cut in and say "Well, you beat me in diversity, but I think I got more quantity" and drop that baggy in his lap to a huge gasp. "Woah! Where'd you get this?!" he says, and I return my best "srsly? Did you forget who I am?" look. He laughs and I feel my work is done for the night.
It was a night of bad molly - red premiums to be exact - and a lot of etoh. By the evening's end, RM was filled with that reek of vomit, alcohol and sweat. We found Waldo - two in fact - a Waldo and a Waldette. Waldo is easy to find at EDMs because he drinks too much. I was blessed by Jesus. I helped another Jesus who had poked his eye out on his crown of thorns (btw, just a word of advice - when making a crown of thorns for your edm jesus costume, don't use real thorns).
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