Burning Bush 2013 – La Ventana, BCS

Burning Bush 2013 – La Ventana, BCS

I have been to a lot of parties and festivals in my life. A lot. I consider myself pretty knowledgeable about what makes a good party. Last weekend at Burning Bush all my preconceived notions were blown out of the water. It was in a very small town, it had virtually no budget, and there was no music lineup, each act would just play “when it seemed right”. Since Drew was supposed to be playing live electronic music at the party, this last one was especially disconcerting. But Bruce, the party organizer, all around brilliant artist, and generally good guy, assured us that it had always “just worked out”. And it did. BEAUTIFULLY.

I heard Burning Bush being compared to a small Burning Man at least 20 times. In some ways it was, but not really. I love Burning Man for the harsh environment, the 50,000+ people, and the intensity of 24-hour visual, auditory and mental stimulation. Burning Bush did not have any of this going for it. The day was warm and the evening was mild – nothing of any extreme. There was about 1000 people – a fairly moderate sized party. And the music stopped at 2am – early for most music events. What Burning Bush did have going for it was sheer lawlessness. Around the perimeter were massive black powder and gasoline explosions forming giant mushroom clouds. Closer in was a ring of pterodactyl-like birds made from what looked like drift wood and whale bones – these were all interactive art pieces that you could climb into and make fly. They also shot fire from the beaks. There were people walking around with flame throwers setting wood piles and random cacti on fire, and 4-wheelers speeding through fire and jumping off the surrounding dunes. My all time favorite art piece of the night was a dome located right next to the stage. It expelled propane and fire, making intense scales of flame that morphed and changed as you lay underneath it. It mesmerized whole crowds with the chaos and movement of the fire. There are few things in life better than being completely absorbed in visual stimulation while listening to Drew playing mind-blowing techno until you can’t stand it anymore and you just have to get up and dance.

I may be overselling it a little, but honestly, when you consider the beautiful art, unpredictable fires, and magnificent explosions and then add in the can’t-help-but-dance techno that Drew was playing, I have to put it into the category of “great parties”. I’m so happy that I was able to share such a fun night with our friends Mike, Nia and Dan. If you want to hear about it from someone else, Nia wrote a great description of Burning Bush over at her blog Uncensored Restraint.

Zombie Walk

If there is a deeper meaning to the international phenomenon of zombie walks, I don’t know it. As far as I can tell, the whole point is to dress up like a zombie and wander around town with all the other people who are dressed up like zombies – and that seems like a perfectly good reason to me. I personally have zombied in San Francisco CA, San Diego CA, Ann Arbor MI, Seattle WA and now La Paz MX.

Wasteland Weekend!

Wasteland Weekend!

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Burning Man 2012 – Fertility 2.0

Burning Man 2012 – Fertility 2.0

Every year it’s the same. I go to Burning Man. I have a great time. I get home and tell myself “what a great party, but I don’t think I’ll go back next year”. Then, come January, I am waiting patiently in line for my tickets.

This year was different. I didn’t buy tickets. I didn’t daydream about costumes and dancing and desert sunrises. I had no intention and very little desire to make the effort to go. Then, right around June it hit me like a 20 ton glowstick. I had to go. Within the week with the help of my good friend Jacob I had contacted Chef, the leader of one of the largest food camps at Burning Man – “Sacred Cow”. We talked and discussed details and he was not only willing to bring me along for the festival, he also wanted me a week early to help set up. It was perfect.

An initial group of 9 all rode up together in a converted school bus that would, upon arrival to the desert, be transformed into an art car called “The Hajj” serving up music and drinks around the clock. The first week was exhausting and hard and one of the most fulfilling experiences I have ever had at Burning Man. I developed intimate bonds with my camp mates, I worked long hours and I fell in love with the desert all over again. Drew arrived pre-dawn on Monday, the first official day of Burning Man, and amazingly, in the dark, was able to find the camp along with me and the yurt that we shared with Jacob. He woke me up, kissed me, handed me a bottle of champagne and said “let’s go explore”. That morning we watched the sunrise from the temple and reminisced about our first meeting years ago at Burning Man. For the next week we danced and adventured alone and with friends at all hours of the day and night. It was close to perfect and for the first time I walked away thinking, “I can’t wait for next year”.

 

 

A big hug and thank you to Jacob for motivating my Burning Man experience and to Chef for making it happen.

Trancemission 15

Trancemission 15

After going through the pros and cons a hundred times, Drew and I decided that I should meet him in Vancouver, Canada for the weekend. He was going to be playing electronic music at “Trancemission”, an outdoor festival north of Vancouver and since I had never seen him play and many of our friends would be there, it seemed worth the trip – AND IT WAS!