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White Rabbit
Jan. 3rd, 2011 03:49 amAnd if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
I was not really listening White Rabbit yesterday; my cousin virtual DJ don't had the song (he was using some else notebook). So, I listened Aqualung, that is my second fave song to this kind of situation.
But I was listening to White Rabbit in the back of my head from almost half of the night.
A farmstead. Two black light lamps. One notebook and a amplifier. Some bottles of fluor color body painting. A lot of alcohol, cigarettes and some other thing. More or less 15 people. Some decor made with cardboard from white boxes.
How I said, I decided this will be the creative year. The back to the main road year. And I decided start it with something that could be a commitment to this.
When my cousin said his plans for the first day of the year, I thought "perfect". The perfect way to remember myself about who I am, why I'm here, the need of change the point of view. And to commit with my plans, my needs to this civil year.
Could sound idiot. But I think making a personal rave is something special. Live the sound, the place interaction, but only with few people you trust, that care for each other, and if the crowd decide "ok, I'm tired of electronic, lets listen old prog rock" or just listen the dj saying "what you want to listen now to enhance your moment?" you could change the party mood. Drink how much - or how less - you want, without thinking about an knowing that no one will bother you about it. And if someone decide chill out, nap or rest in a hammock without worry about been stolen. And to a final touch - you could smoke in the dance floor (there's a law here that forbid someone to smoke in close public spaces, including night clubs and rave tents -understandable, but still a pain in the ass).
I adore the big ones, true raves. I used to work in the Thorns Gothic Rave, a gothic 24 hours party. But these little raves we are starting to made at least two times a year are a personal little love too. Always, less than 50 people, with how much "special effects" you can handle (I have another cousin that is a DJ, and he lends some equipment to us if he will not work in the weekend) and a personal feeling.
I arrived in my house in the evening, and was bath and bed to me.
But I wanted write a little about how was good.
How I felt so well while painting my body with old pottery patterns (like the labyrinth seed in my face), and cretan poppies, and at the same time, Werewolf : The Apocalypse tribal marks, and music verses, in a chaos of oranges and yellow marks.
How is special singing some of "our songs" with André, even when the rest of the people just cannot understand why fucking hell Ask is playing between a set and another.
How is good release from the everyday world and enter in a special state, with the light trance music brings to me, free of all those "what people think about me?" that is inculcate in our minds by a hight controller society and that blow over me when I'm depressed.
How I can see little stars in the rain shining between the trees and the lamps.
And all the pictures I took that don't make any sense but made me laugh so much... and the pictures that show me, and sincerely? I feel so beauty in the pictures, even if is that kind of personal point of view that only myself will see the beauty.
I'm a happier person today than I was two days ago, and the rain still falls. The southern hemisphere entered his rainy part of the summer. White Rabbit still plays on my head. And I'm thankful.
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
I was not really listening White Rabbit yesterday; my cousin virtual DJ don't had the song (he was using some else notebook). So, I listened Aqualung, that is my second fave song to this kind of situation.
But I was listening to White Rabbit in the back of my head from almost half of the night.
A farmstead. Two black light lamps. One notebook and a amplifier. Some bottles of fluor color body painting. A lot of alcohol, cigarettes and some other thing. More or less 15 people. Some decor made with cardboard from white boxes.
How I said, I decided this will be the creative year. The back to the main road year. And I decided start it with something that could be a commitment to this.
When my cousin said his plans for the first day of the year, I thought "perfect". The perfect way to remember myself about who I am, why I'm here, the need of change the point of view. And to commit with my plans, my needs to this civil year.
my cheek in the black light
Could sound idiot. But I think making a personal rave is something special. Live the sound, the place interaction, but only with few people you trust, that care for each other, and if the crowd decide "ok, I'm tired of electronic, lets listen old prog rock" or just listen the dj saying "what you want to listen now to enhance your moment?" you could change the party mood. Drink how much - or how less - you want, without thinking about an knowing that no one will bother you about it. And if someone decide chill out, nap or rest in a hammock without worry about been stolen. And to a final touch - you could smoke in the dance floor (there's a law here that forbid someone to smoke in close public spaces, including night clubs and rave tents -understandable, but still a pain in the ass).
I adore the big ones, true raves. I used to work in the Thorns Gothic Rave, a gothic 24 hours party. But these little raves we are starting to made at least two times a year are a personal little love too. Always, less than 50 people, with how much "special effects" you can handle (I have another cousin that is a DJ, and he lends some equipment to us if he will not work in the weekend) and a personal feeling.
I arrived in my house in the evening, and was bath and bed to me.
But I wanted write a little about how was good.
How I felt so well while painting my body with old pottery patterns (like the labyrinth seed in my face), and cretan poppies, and at the same time, Werewolf : The Apocalypse tribal marks, and music verses, in a chaos of oranges and yellow marks.
How is special singing some of "our songs" with André, even when the rest of the people just cannot understand why fucking hell Ask is playing between a set and another.
How is good release from the everyday world and enter in a special state, with the light trance music brings to me, free of all those "what people think about me?" that is inculcate in our minds by a hight controller society and that blow over me when I'm depressed.
How I can see little stars in the rain shining between the trees and the lamps.
And all the pictures I took that don't make any sense but made me laugh so much... and the pictures that show me, and sincerely? I feel so beauty in the pictures, even if is that kind of personal point of view that only myself will see the beauty.
nine o'clock in the morning, resting my throbbing knee, using a flannel shirt old as the grunge music.
(I really stopped growing early in my life. at least I can use this damn shirt for 17 years already)
(I really stopped growing early in my life. at least I can use this damn shirt for 17 years already)
I'm a happier person today than I was two days ago, and the rain still falls. The southern hemisphere entered his rainy part of the summer. White Rabbit still plays on my head. And I'm thankful.
