pagans and heathens
Inhibition-
Spring is definitely upon us now. The Vernal Equinox was celebrated with 10 others in a Mayan steam bath. A temazcal. We crawled in after a brief prayer ceremony and anointing. The leather flap came down, and the heat dropped from the ceiling. A confusing stew of pitch darkness. A great cacophony of voices, intonations, wails and odd little hand instruments flew into the darkness as the soft lilt of incense mingled with the thick steam. At the centered peak of the short, stout wig-wam the humid fire was too much to bear and my head dropped to the floor where the temperature cooled. My feet, soothed by the calm concrete underneath me found the basin of water in the center. I scooped a handful onto my chest and it mixed with my salty glaze and ran down my stomach. I moved back and forth from regions of intensity, sitting upright until my lungs felt as though they were melting through my chest, then collapsing into my own lap for a gasp of easy air. All this while my body pushed all the guilt, fear, anger, resentment, rage and uncertainty from my core into the maniacal air that pressed on me like a witches blanket. The ragged outline of strangers danced before my eyes, silhouettes of black moving clumsily in front of me. I reached my hands out before they would fall into me, my arms arcing through the stillness. Nothing there.
After a time I finally collapsed, crawled back through the thick tarp to the outside and staggered under the moonlight. Another small hut glowed in the distance and inside of it I doused myself in the icy water using a bucket that floated in the giant drum. Thoughts were realized, thoughts were released. My body felt renewed and light. A gentle breeze drifted across the giant stone ring I sat in, watching the bordering flames atop slender poles dance against the backdrop of moonlit clouds. It was the dawn of a new season.
Coming home from Puerto Morelos my life felt distant, detached. All the pressures of America and it’s electrified pace rolled into my center in a knot of wires as we shuffled through the airport lines and procedures. A day later, amid the sadness and confusion, it was music that made me truly remember the universe around me. My body and mind were again synchronized with my spirit.
Exhibition-
| Thursday brings ₪ Mentality ₪ to Natt Spil, and it is likely to be an honest reflection of all the swirling emotion I’ve felt recently. It’s typically my night to bring the music deeper, but now that I’ve said it in writing irony may have it’s way with me. Regardless, one of my most cherished residencies. I’ll play a steady mix of electronica, to some funk and acid jazz, and back up through deep and spaced out house to as far as the energy takes me. |  |
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On the far horizon (May 1st) comes a chance to play an honest to goodness, “back in the day” style rave party. This may or may not be the culmination of all the foolish dreams of grandeur I’ve chased since a few tabs of acid showed me the patterns of the universe, and made them dance to music. Keep an eye out for this one, it should be, as they say, quite epic.
see? epic.
