Florida, September 16, 2024

I have been to a few….

This week I was supposed to be back in Europe with my best friend. Let’s just say for so many reasons that didn’t happen as planned. Instead, I was pulled into the orbit of a very special group of individuals. A group that, all in all, have been kinder to me in just a few short months than I am ever used to and safer to me than I have experienced.

All it takes is even a spark of real kindness to wake someone up from the deepest of comas. I grip always, bare knuckled to the special moments I experience in life, even if they are fleeting; I refuse to go back to sleep. (Walking dead at best really…..) All it takes is a little friendship to completely rock your world and bring you back to life.

Consider my world forever rocked by knowing these brilliant people for even a moment.

Where does all this party business start though? Like with anything. The Dream. The Fearless leader ready to do something simply for the love of doing it and nothing else. In this case, the right guy for this job and then some. The guy. Someone you don’t know you can depend on until all of the sudden you were already made to feel welcome. The guy that shows the fuck for people and doesn’t even know he’s doing it. If he’s the leader imagine who he surrounds himself with.

The magnetism pulls everyone in. The electricity of it all keeps people like me interested. When something this good is going on, I’m the one around trying to write about it. This is my perspective remember, this is about me. Only sort of though. Back to describing this energy that sucked me in like a blackhole. The shining system with all the gravity yanking me in is just barely the start to all of this.

The legacy and reputation of one individual isn’t enough to wake the beast. Their impression on the real world doesn’t hurt. That is what starts the chain reaction of caring so deeply to make something real happen, though. That bleeds into everyone around them and challenges people to step up to their potential in a real way.

What next? Well, those who formed and supported the leader. Every single moment leading up to the point of execution and through it. Then comes the legacy… the people drawn in closest that support in the deepest way possible. Many of these individuals come together in parts to even be more talented or naturally gifted than he, insomuch as they still have a lot to learn as well. The guys who have stood next to the leader through thick and thin. The ones who really show it’s all worth it.

Those guys have learned how to make it even better in every way. Learning and improving on years of legacy that even came before the leader. And still they will follow him to hell every time.

“All energy flows according to the whims of the great magnet- what [fools we’d] be to defy him.”

That reverberation reaches out and expands to everyone who comes into this grand little solar system. It expands into more flames and builds until the confidence to make a fun little dream be realized. The flames burn away all the dark and open a portal to something new.

And so it always has to go to get to this point, folks. All the right elements have to come together for something interesting to even begin to take hold. Especially in my eyes. The Perfect Party-Something that to some might so seem so superficial- is home to so many others. So many haven’t even seen it in so long….or ever. The kind of energy that quite literally sucks people in from thousands of miles for one night. Heading towards home again.

Even the road to the party. In my case, a truly surreal week loaded with getting back in touch with my home scene and old familiar faces, all by chance. Closer to the center, though, The Grind begins. The drums begin a dull rumble far off in everyone’s minds. Whether it be the actual street and boots on the ground or word of mouth, the buildup begins. Bringing your community together (especially when it’s one that prides itself in being ethereal) and guaranteeing them exactly what you’re offering.

Expressing that it can BE, even when you know damn well the whole thing could go up like spark cotton. Like awakening some dragon or worse, opening the cage of a hungry ouroboros…..So many before have come this far only to fail. When it comes to experience, the purveyors of the wall before us warned this would be the case and the build up is, in fact, essential.

Once you have navigated the obvious, the work can really begin.

Setup. The First Rule is nothing can go according to plan if you’re trying to be an original. That’s the rules for anything. In this particular case, if you wanna be “blasphemous” you have to be prepared to sin. If months and months of planning don’t start falling apart, then you aren’t swimming far enough in the deep end to even get to the ship.

And we have barely reached the final 40hours before anything even happens. Still on the right track if you’re going off the rails. At this point the dream should be taking hold and everyone who’s truly on board will be ready. Everyone who’s already lived this dream a thousand times are ready with umbrellas. Everything builds. The worker bees assemble. (Yeah that’s right we have four metaphors going people.)

Everyone has their place and purpose in this thing even, if, like me it’s mostly to enjoy myself. The community begins to assemble itself. When the foundation was already there all they had to do is show up. The story has tried to unravel too many times to count but the narrative continues on and all you have to do is know the rules and break every single one. The Leader has that covered (or at least they should.)

For me even the space and the setup timing felt like a familiarity I can’t ever seem to get away from watching unfold. Like I’d already been there. Illusion of free will temporarily vanishing without any fight. Then again, that’s how you know you’re in the right place. Everything feels familiar, but without any of the Fear from other stories effecting this one. Friendly fear at worst for some too close to the center.

Every moment ready to be created and captured by all with purpose. 3……2……..1…….

“Vini Vidi Vici.” I came I saw I conquered. Gonna do it, Gotta do it, done did it, gonna do it again.

Let’s fucking GO.

The doors open. Everyone gets on their last real conversation for the night. The beast is unleashed.

In this case the Beast was an absolute Frankenstein of the finest live sound magnets the world has maybe seen or heard. Talk about originality.

The Giant Vibrational fire burns and all the moths gather to the flame and start to commune and flow in the exchange and nothing good has even started. For so many individual exchanges of love, and the sea of hypnosis bopping like one entity. This is what we all came for. Nothing more special or precious, but not something you can truly pin down. These small pockets of life unfold naturally. This is worth doing.

All the fancy fucking metaphor aside. It’s all for the fun. Without the fun there would be nothing to be had. That’s where the vibe-masters come in from every angle to attack the senses. Every artist at work with each other to uphold the ship on its course. All this fun is based in reality. Not just all this emotional connection and human diction. It starts daily with each individual.

Without the technical real world skills a dream is simply a dream. You have to have a group as special as this one from top to bottom to make this sort of thing happen. That’s the real legacy. Generational wisdoms on top of wisdoms, coming together to make something real. That’s how you actually make something good, the sacrifice of learning how. And I hate to say it, but a dreamer without the knowledge can’t make it happen. A technical professional who doesn’t dream is nothing but an encyclopedia on their field. To have generations of people creating a legacy based in both, is a true rarity in life.

Without the years of effort, without the team that surrounds it, all the fighting for a dream in real time would be for nothing. None of it happens. The team doesn’t come together. None of it grows or blooms (six, we are at six metaphors, for the people counting at home.) One night of dreaming doesn’t happen without years of reality. Once one has reached a precipice of both then the fun CAN begin.

And. So. It. Goes. The energy flows. IT HAPPENS.

Then we all wake up and for the next few days can revel in everything something so special creates for everyone. The afterglow ensues, and even in pain- the strongest of us take all that magic back into reality with us. We spread the love by all means necessary. We keep building one brick at a time.

To do something right doesn’t have to be done alone, but it does start with those of us just willing to fight for the next chance to help make magic happen in real life. That’s a perfect party.