some musings after a warehouse party
last couple weeks i’ve been reaching out to Britney about what parties she goes to when there isn’`t a Sorted party
The crowd is pretty young - 20s/30s. at the sorted parties it is less so, given that the couple who run them, that I know back to abot 1999, Wally and Missy, are in their 50s
I get to live in an interesting space of elder at these things. I have been interested in electronic msic since before it be came all about dance music
M: So you got to go to a party on Friday?
yeah
usually when I go i take some mushroom tea. last night i did something special. I learned a new term, “soul bombing” which is what they call it when you take mushrooms and acid at the same time I think last night might have been only the second or third time i have danced that combo. The first time was about 2000/2001, house party in the mountains - at Wally and Missy’s house, in fact
(flash future/recent past - Wally was the guy I went with for the aya weekend near Seattle a few months ago)
Ahh ok. Was it at least a pleasant experience? Last night?
Enter, Message sent 4:45 PM by Maeghanne: Ahh ok. Was it at least a pleasant experience? Last night?
M: Any neat personal revelations
I had some moments.
mostly I hung out in the back of the room. Spent a couple hours sitting on a couch just letting the deafening boom boom hit me in the chest. This particular venue is in a warehouse area, it used to be a business of some sort, but it has lighting permanently installed, giant speakers at the front. It’s a Dionysian … i hesitate to call it ritual, celebration.
revelations… insights… as an elder in the electronic music scene, I remember the music before it got all about beats. I wasn’t in the dance scene for long periods, but i can rattle off a bunch of prehistory. Sometimes people call me OG
i was given the name Evilbob by the kids who greeted me at a house party at Will and Craig’s house back in about 2000.
apparently they had been calling me that. In that time, I was late 30s, 40. An anomalous old dude who started showing up at their stuff because someone had turned me onto the email list mtn-raves@hyperreal.org because i wanted to know where the “real” raves were.
I have a friend named Renel that I almost always see at the parties. He and i met right in front of the speakers a few years ago, touching them, feeling the vibration through our hands. Quite often I end up giving him a ride home at the end of the night because he doesn’t have a car. I gave him a ride home, as I occasionally do.
He had moved into a new place a few weeks ago but he was
still not unpacked. He had a pile of empty boxes blocking the doorway to
the living room. He recently lost his job, and his despair/depression
was keeping him from making progress.
We walked his dog, and then got some breakfast, and when we got back, i demolished his wall into a pile of folded up boxes ready to go to the recycling dumpster.
Sometimes I am able to help a fellow neurodivergent friend with their space, but i realized I have been unable to do the same for myself.
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