Domenica 30 Mar 2008, 4:21
Fri 28 Mar – Ultra Music Festival
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My ears are still ringing. My eyes are returning to a less-than trance state.
My 1st electronic/rave and it was a really nice. http://b6.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01335/64/39/1335759346_m.gif I didn't know what to expect. My friend from work told me about the show. He went to see http://cache3.asset-cache.net/xt/80424788.jpg?v=1&g=editorial10&s=1.
…The day was Perfect day. The girls were hedonistic and mesmerizing. The dj video turntable booth was awesome. The half-pipe was Badass, the way those guys completely fuck Gravity. A lot of music wasn't my type, but I found to be in the right spot at the right time.
Drum & Bass
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nyKhVpt88M
DJ SS ft Green law killed it. they had some outrageous quick rhythmic flow. and some great samples. Black mc. even sang
"oompa-loompa-doopity-doo"from Charlie & the chocolate factory, which was crazy fresh. (Can anyone name the distorted hype distinct 3 part harmonic synth/guitar sample that intro into a song?)
Planet of the Drums - By far the best show. This was the only group i looked forward to. They cut out the beat so flawlessly under your toes. Used techno-beats, break-beat,Jumpstyle and Hip-hop beats. Most of all kept the songs going. The other D&B bands kept stopping and asked "Does everybody feel good?" That got on my nerve.
This show was amazing I finally found my center when in the crowd. The blinding lights, the sexy ass dancers http://haraldhund.com/weblog/uploaded_images/P1010117-760939.jpg and wild-hair costume guy with a laser pointing it like a gun. It was terrific.
Bay Front Stage
Sasha & John Digweed - i only caught the end but it was so chill and hypnotic. I got trance fucked.
CarlCox&Friends
Moby was nice and trippy. I really should have wore a longer shirt when rubbing up this girl left me hangin out. It was nice loving, unlike that rapeage you get at a Rock festival.
They said
"no backpacks, cameras, or drugs."And yet they all were there. I saw 3 joints and smelled it constantly throughout the breeze. *Sniff Sniff, ahhhh* Then right before Underworld went on I passed through the Drum and Bass stage and some guy asked me if I wanted to get high. He gave me a cigarette down to the butt and said hold it in. I take a tiny hit then ask what is it?
"It's wet."
Main stage
Pete tong is playing. I see this Dude flashing finger lights in front of peoples faces really fast. He is pretty damn good. So I ask… he asks me if I would sit on the ground. In the middle of the crowd I am sitting in complete dark with my shades on and he starts flashing them, http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/2261/roboraver1smallga5.jpg
then a guy with Multi-colored knuckle lights fists them at the sides of my face. http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o245/silvertalon78/29151402.gif
No shit it looked like two Sentinels from the Matrix!
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From then on things got crazy visually. I started leaving when underworld began and people who were moving there arms would pop into my peripheral. Lights and objects started to jump at me. I watched a bunch of light-stick fandango. http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en-commons/thumb/8/8e/280px-Poi_circles.jpg
Everything was pretty cool and then I finished my night w/ Planet of the Drums. On my way home my windows were foggy and the lights red glare, the bombs bursting in air, I digress. My windows were greasy and I had no windshield wiper. I had to stop my self from tripping on the drive home.
Don't Do PCP and Drive.
"Who is a Raver?" A Ravers Manifesto
Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology. Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none. Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be.
You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence. We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children. We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself. We are The Massive. One Massive.
We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring. We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it, we came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal. And somewhere around 35Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits. Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in that very instant, with these initial realizations that each of us was truly born.
We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night. Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form. In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilize and secure for us. We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackles and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind. We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born. Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible. Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels. Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands. Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them.
Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the distopian reality of a world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in: Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony, Expression, Responsibility and Respect.
Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence. But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party. You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade. The party will never end.
I am a raver, and this is my manifesto.