09-14-2008, 04:48 PM
arrived solo after dashing away from work at around 6ish friday. rm was in great disarray, so dm went straight to work. could hear the main stage: neko case (innerestin..but not enough to go take a look), mc yogi (didn't register) & kinky (entertaining - seen before at the fillmore - love that mexican radio version). stayed up all night putting out small fires. it was all chocolate fun & gus for the whole nite krew. got very cold after 5 am - fortunately we got busy and that warmed us up until daybreak.
freezing cold at night. high 90's at midday, enough to sprout mud women at the swimmin' hole and inspire mass hordes of nudity.
little food was provided and no t-shirts by the time dm exited. typcial of rm 2008. nevertheless, dm has remarkable foraging skills when alone in such scenes and managed to procure all sorts of comestable delights, mostly as gifts. did buy some garlic fries - $5 for a heaping dish of homegrown fresh cut potatoes, fried to perfection with thick chunks of fresh garlic, all organic. yum. gave dm the winds something fierce thru the next day (the baked eggs for b-fast surely added to that gastric alchemy) but that was ok. there's a pleasure to passing wind loudly and cleanly when the surrounding soundclash is so loud at baseline that the most trumpetous of farts goes completely undetected by the ears, and it's hippie land, so once you cut through the incense and herb smoke, there's a lot of funky smells and a windy culprit easily escapes unnoticed.
saturday, slept the morning, foraged for lunch, slept the afternoon. caught a little of moonalice, who f-ing wokr me up in the morning. old hippies love them but dm can't get past g.e. smith. they did a serviceable stella blue. overheard some of wisdom. actually attended the prayer for peace w/a native american elder/buddy. it was ok - the music/prayer was just a new age power chord that went on for a tad too long, but the sentiment was felt for sure. there was much discussion of buckethead because of the buckets and masks, but dm felt that was a cheap stunt to cover self-indulgent guitar riffs. the highlight was cheb i sabbah. dm had a major epiphany during a cis set in '96 at laguna seca daze. major epiphany. that epiphany burned lsd into dm's memory. been trying to get back there ever since. haven't quite made it, but cis always satisfactory. this set almost made it. that eastern dance mix borders from deeply spiritual to bollywood, so it fits dm's tastes to a t. wound up dancing by: a zebra furry, stoned capoeiristas who really had no concept of the practice, belly dancers, two newbie trippin teens that were exploring their 'sparring' moves as dance and desparately trying to look cool (sort of cpt. k in a way), and a family of 4 (poor kids - all they see is shaking dirty hippie butts). dm bought the new cd after the set. after that, caught this weird act - that one guy - which was one guy playing this strange bending pole/pipe that worked as a synth and delivered some remarkable sound - couldn't quite understand how it played but it was entertaining to postulate. could overhear a little dumpstafunk, which sounded good, but mostly worked.
there was a lot of work to be done. earthdance has grown. entertainment to be found in every corner. notable additions this year was a sweat lodge that looked a lot like 'the oven' from one of those old prison flicks, psychedelic jungle gyms, and several spectacular hindu altars with large brass/bronze statues - the best was the nataraja outside the electronica dome.
many, many rm war stories, but here's the most amusing perhaps. a tripper disturbs a meditation circle (imagine, just moments from satori and some damn tripper cuts in like a cell phone to completely derail your focus). the tripper is escorted to security, which is right by rm, and freaks. knocks over their main table. rm is on it in force and the ipr is quickly contained within the space tent. during the takedown, one of the other volunteers tries to remove his radio so as not to crush it between the ipr and him for the takedown. unfortunately, it catches in his belt and he only succeeds in bearing a large portion of his ass. dm is at his usual station, grabbing out the legs to break the root and fell the tree. the ipr kicks sending dm nose first within 2" of his friend's looming crack, an shockingly rude place to be. dm has worked with that guy for years - been through many scrapes together and trusts him with his safety constantly - but that was way more intimacy than ever desired. after, dm's comrade grinning over the course of the incident, asks dm if he'd like a cigarette. it'll surely be a running joke for years to come and dm will have to ingest mass quantities of whiskey to rid his retinas of the trama - p.t.a.d. - post traumatic ass diving. what is up with dm's ass theme at earthdance?
got some sleep before travelling last night - a few hours of respite. a gorgeous drive - the dead's so many roads and the new cis cd devotion reminded dm of that dylan verse (and every one of them words rang true, and glowed like burnin coal, pourin off of every page, like it was written in my soul from me to you, tangled up in blue.) blasted back this morning to arrive home just after lunch. shower, snacks, shitter, and next, sleep.
freezing cold at night. high 90's at midday, enough to sprout mud women at the swimmin' hole and inspire mass hordes of nudity.
little food was provided and no t-shirts by the time dm exited. typcial of rm 2008. nevertheless, dm has remarkable foraging skills when alone in such scenes and managed to procure all sorts of comestable delights, mostly as gifts. did buy some garlic fries - $5 for a heaping dish of homegrown fresh cut potatoes, fried to perfection with thick chunks of fresh garlic, all organic. yum. gave dm the winds something fierce thru the next day (the baked eggs for b-fast surely added to that gastric alchemy) but that was ok. there's a pleasure to passing wind loudly and cleanly when the surrounding soundclash is so loud at baseline that the most trumpetous of farts goes completely undetected by the ears, and it's hippie land, so once you cut through the incense and herb smoke, there's a lot of funky smells and a windy culprit easily escapes unnoticed.
saturday, slept the morning, foraged for lunch, slept the afternoon. caught a little of moonalice, who f-ing wokr me up in the morning. old hippies love them but dm can't get past g.e. smith. they did a serviceable stella blue. overheard some of wisdom. actually attended the prayer for peace w/a native american elder/buddy. it was ok - the music/prayer was just a new age power chord that went on for a tad too long, but the sentiment was felt for sure. there was much discussion of buckethead because of the buckets and masks, but dm felt that was a cheap stunt to cover self-indulgent guitar riffs. the highlight was cheb i sabbah. dm had a major epiphany during a cis set in '96 at laguna seca daze. major epiphany. that epiphany burned lsd into dm's memory. been trying to get back there ever since. haven't quite made it, but cis always satisfactory. this set almost made it. that eastern dance mix borders from deeply spiritual to bollywood, so it fits dm's tastes to a t. wound up dancing by: a zebra furry, stoned capoeiristas who really had no concept of the practice, belly dancers, two newbie trippin teens that were exploring their 'sparring' moves as dance and desparately trying to look cool (sort of cpt. k in a way), and a family of 4 (poor kids - all they see is shaking dirty hippie butts). dm bought the new cd after the set. after that, caught this weird act - that one guy - which was one guy playing this strange bending pole/pipe that worked as a synth and delivered some remarkable sound - couldn't quite understand how it played but it was entertaining to postulate. could overhear a little dumpstafunk, which sounded good, but mostly worked.
there was a lot of work to be done. earthdance has grown. entertainment to be found in every corner. notable additions this year was a sweat lodge that looked a lot like 'the oven' from one of those old prison flicks, psychedelic jungle gyms, and several spectacular hindu altars with large brass/bronze statues - the best was the nataraja outside the electronica dome.
many, many rm war stories, but here's the most amusing perhaps. a tripper disturbs a meditation circle (imagine, just moments from satori and some damn tripper cuts in like a cell phone to completely derail your focus). the tripper is escorted to security, which is right by rm, and freaks. knocks over their main table. rm is on it in force and the ipr is quickly contained within the space tent. during the takedown, one of the other volunteers tries to remove his radio so as not to crush it between the ipr and him for the takedown. unfortunately, it catches in his belt and he only succeeds in bearing a large portion of his ass. dm is at his usual station, grabbing out the legs to break the root and fell the tree. the ipr kicks sending dm nose first within 2" of his friend's looming crack, an shockingly rude place to be. dm has worked with that guy for years - been through many scrapes together and trusts him with his safety constantly - but that was way more intimacy than ever desired. after, dm's comrade grinning over the course of the incident, asks dm if he'd like a cigarette. it'll surely be a running joke for years to come and dm will have to ingest mass quantities of whiskey to rid his retinas of the trama - p.t.a.d. - post traumatic ass diving. what is up with dm's ass theme at earthdance?
got some sleep before travelling last night - a few hours of respite. a gorgeous drive - the dead's so many roads and the new cis cd devotion reminded dm of that dylan verse (and every one of them words rang true, and glowed like burnin coal, pourin off of every page, like it was written in my soul from me to you, tangled up in blue.) blasted back this morning to arrive home just after lunch. shower, snacks, shitter, and next, sleep.
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