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by d6 » Tue Oct 26, 2004 10:11 pm
When told we were placed on Esp. this year, I initially turned it down as well, citing " I need sleep, not thumpa thumpa" so that I might have the energy to WORK during my stay at BRC 2004. We relented, and set-up at 3:00 plaza corner / Esp.
Our early Saturday drop-off / placement was rendered pointless, as most of our 8 person group returned Tuesday to find significant wind destruction ( we had 1 weenie with us saturday, whose constant complaining facilitated us leaving Sat. before all necessary securing was completed) throughout our campsight. We returned on Tuesday, as we are the 30+ demographic, have kids that start school that week, and I still am not fully accepting of that time away from family, but compromises run amok!
Upon rearrival, I was mildly overwhelmed, then really excited, to finally start the "final" realization of 4 sep. projects that had taken considerable time over various stages for the past year.
The rebuilding aspect turned us into fucking champs, and
With some 4 ft stakes via dpw manager friend, (this also being his last year) we emerged victorious after the brutally fun wind relented, with our sight fully running from thurs-monday.
I suppose some digged it, others could care less. The whole point of our efforts were to confuse, disorient and get people to laugh, and possibly to run away in mock terror. We didn't solicite, you either came by and checked it out / played, or kept walking. We knew that some would investigate further, and that was also fine.
We brought out things personal as well as interactive, and a running "joke" was to comment in ref. to our camp:
"phhh, thats not art, why are THEY on esplanade" as the weirdness of eventually coming to terms with the fact that WE had changed into one of those groups making an effort for most to see was now.
We had previously always been in the burbs, art cars, yes, neighborhood parties, of course, and dispered to help out in lots of other established areas.
pyschotic break starts here:
Butt now, as a response to the last couple of years, we knew that if we were to continue to enjoy / contribute to BRC, a bigger, more artistic effort must be made by us, temporary citizens in a place were unheralded "art" may yet still be the "point".
maybe.
if you try.
and don't ONLY like sex, drugs, alcohol, or the "wheres my fucking gift" /// "ENTERTAIN ME" mentality.
I'm not there to be as intoxicated chemically for as long as my body mal-functions.
I don't really give a rat who the self-imagining "superstar" dj is.
I don't care about your band. really really don't.
I have no positive response if you tell me how much you say you spent on your Home depot card, or paid someone else to make your "art" / artcars.
Your hometown suffers from economic blight, so it's harder for you to goto BRC? boo-hoo, you're breaking my heart.
I am not there to watch a show, or expecting to be entertained, or to educate those who cant or dont want to be taught.
your sexual preferance? all yours, great, have fun with that, go nuts!, just dont violate those who wish to remain unviolated, and clean up your own fucking mess.
I go / went because at first, it was a feeling of an underlining communal sense that I had missed. I saw science in beautiful , artistic capacities, and regardless of the planned or improvised results, people were trying, godammit, even if it was for more sex, drugs, alcohol or fucking gifts.
I will always miss the Extra Action energy, the megavolt SOUND, the formerly fab-u-lous "costumes" in abundance, the genuine reactions to immediate surroundings, and because I've seen it less and less and less, we'll be back again next year, bigger, slower and older.
This long rant ends now.
d6 2000
Cs 1995
your witty rejoinder just flew over my head.....
no trust fund getting supply buying self-reliant non-bankrolled questionable artistic contributor sacrificing electronics at will build it destroy it clean it haul it financially uninterested uber-bot