I went to burning man in 93, 94, 95 when it was much smaller, really focused a lot on art and had a more defined spiritual awareness for me. I led a spiral dance around the man before he burned, only to have 20 folks on acid messing it all up. I at that moment could only let go and surrender to the desert. I could only laugh at the jumble. Only 2,000 to 4,000 people in those years. I went back this year, house music on every corner, 30,000 people, lots of alchol, lots of ravers, do I want to ban any of them NO NO NO. Its what happens, one thing we can be certain of, change is immanent. Burning Man has a life of its own, a flow of its own, it will continue to change, maybe for the worst, maybe the better. Each one of us defines what we appreciate in different ways. One of the main ideals of Burning Man is freedom of expression.
I lived on Dogma and Imagined at 8.35 and heard the forever house music, wished they would stop, but I just put my earplugs in, and allowed the thump thump to become a part of me. Which is hard as I am a light sleeper.
Burning Man is a Kaleidascope of human wackyness. Of crazed inspired art. Sexy ass's and our beautiful breasts. Its also for me a week of my insides screaming outside of me. I live on the fringe but it felt good to be around so many other fringe dwellers. I can only make it be for me what I allow it to be. Get filthy, get down, open up. Do stuff I dont usually do, like sing Karaoke at Clive Schwanks Mermaid Lounge. Be miserable in the mornings when I wake up not being able to breathe, desert boogers, playa head. Its all of it..
If we start to try and ban stuff, we suffocate ouselves, we stifle what its all about. Sometimes it might just be time to not go to Burning Man, take a year off. It will change and of that we can be sure.