fyi: the letters at the top are the newest ones...
Da Lineup: Dave Ralph, Supa DJ Dimitry, Vicious Vic, Simply Jeff, Dave Aude, Reid Speed, Ani, Tech itch + MC Jakes, Dom & Roland, Shut up and Dance, Terry Mullan, Paul Johnson, Ron Carrol, Skip, Aaron Ochoa, and everyone else (there were like 20 more but I simply dont want to type it all out)
Meltdown 3 has to be the pinnacle of raving in Dallas. It
had all of the elements there to represent what has gone on in
Dallas for as long as I can remember. The cops were there to
fuck with us, promised talent was curtailed (I missed Dave Ralph
because they shut down early), and everyone bitched about it
for a week. Im sick of everyone bitching. I had a badass
time at Meltdown and no one can tell me otherwise. Im
almost glad I missed Meltdown last year because I didnt
have anything to compare it to. The first Meltdown, I was in
the depths of addiction too deep to even bother noticing it happened.
There will never be another party quite like it ever again.
I dont want to go into why this is true but rather jump
in head first as what made it badass.
I have good news people! The scene is still alive! Im not sure exactly how healthy it is, but Ive got to admit its getting better. Things went pretty much exactly to plan. I was picked up by two badasses and was rushed straight up inside Austin. Last time I was here was ok at best but Im not even worrying because Airport is tomorrow and Im going if it goes off. The last Ark Entertainment show was supposed to be in San Antonio, but the courts blocked it from happening. I dont even want to discuss Cyberfest anymore, the only reason I had a good time was because I was with the most special girl in the world. So this being the next massive, it was going to be interesting to see what happened.
Arrive about eleven to my friends apartment, and start to drink some Shiner Bock, up there with the best beers around but Modella Negra is the best. Take some bong hits and dont wake up until three the next day. Damn, we have to get tickets, which by the way were forty fucking dollars. Next time I would rather have you go ahead and rape me instead of paying forty fucking dollars. Oh well, at our last stop at the apartment we drink some more beer and take some shots of tequila. I figure Ill accent later with a clonipin and some vicodin. Hey, at least its not crack and I will be functional tomorrow. If you have never been drunk to a rave, I highly recommend it. Not sloppy drunk or anything too bad, but it sure makes the line a lot of fun, and was there a line.
The first line was for the bus to take you to the venue. There was no other way, and you had to pay another two dollars. We waited in line for about an hour as state police walked up and down the line. It looked like they were searching people to get on the bus but they were not. Add another twenty minutes to get to the venue, which was actually right next to the airport and we were there. You know what I really hate, is when they wont let you take in lighters. And they only did this on the boys side of the line. It looked like the bus thing wasnt working as well as it should have because it was past ten and most of the stages were relatively empty.
First I soak in a little of Mars on the main stage. I used to live in California but I never saw Mars. Technically I should have seen him at How Sweet It Is 00 but you guys remember how they kept shutting down the first warehouse? So here he is. I have to do a little stretching and the people look happy. I see some of my friends that came up for Mankind and briefly exchange hellos. George Acosta comes on next but I decide to take a break (I know already, right) to watch the break-dancers. I just cant get enough of those kids. Im learning a little bit, I can six-step and do some swipes, but I will get better. My nigga Blura and I practice at least like twice a week. I spend quite a bit of time in the hip-hop tent, if thats what it was. Well it was when I was there. I remember seeing this white kid with a fro rapping out Cock Monster, that was the chorus. Made me laugh, and I saw H3, which was exactly as billed 3 MCs 2DJs and a live band. They were pretty fucking tight.
As I walked back to the main stage Ferry Corsten was just going on. I hate trance but this guy was supposed to be some sort of genius or something. I listened for about twenty minutes, but it was very dark and unforgiving. It was almost difficult to dance to for me. Everyone can scrutinize that interpretation for all its worth but that is how I feel. So then I decided to go to the tent I had been neglecting thus far. The best thing happened next. The reason of going to Austin was about to happen. I walk in this tent to a voice saying, Presenting, from Chicago, IL !BAD BOY BILL! The next hour and a half is John dancing like he has never danced before. Im not modest so I can say I tore that shit up. No one could keep up with the Bump Bump Bump and me. There is no music like house music. I still firmly believe this. So now Im a bit sweaty and it becomes down right cold.
I had to think about it very hard while Mistress Barbara spun in the background. Its like 3:30. Leave now and ride that damned bus or stay and be cold while you wait for everyone else in front of you to ride the bus back. Needless to say I hightailed it out of there like it was the last helicopter out of Saigon. I smoked a lot when we got to the apartment. The beer was gone but I really didnt need one. I slept like a baby till four Sunday afternoon and once again it was time to depart Austin. Thank you Jessica and Ben for taking me you crazy fools. I have to shout out to my boy E even though he didnt go (E is a person by the way). I hope to go back to Austin but I heard that it was Arks last party. Bad things, Meltdown 3 is Prototypes last party. What will we have left? Its time to start digging through all the flyers to find an up and coming.
Cyberfest: The Follow Up AIRPORT
Time: 3:00 pm
Ok. Everything somehow fell into place. Missed Nocturnal, Cyberfest, well I told you about it. Didnt think I was going to Airport when I woke up this morning, but the karma was good. Like a perfectly air-conditioned day in Cali; a perfect amount of wind was blowing to make pushing a lawnmower not quite so mundane. Got an e-mail from very excited friends. Couldnt go. Now they are on their way to get me. Funny how things happen. I am totally stoked about the party. I am going to dance my ass off and this time I am taking two cameras just in case. I have to load up on confetti, better add that to the plan.
The Plan: Go to Wal-Mart and buy lots of confetti, the glittery kind.
That about spells it out for you. The next entry should be pretty interesting. I have to take a nap. Sleep looks scarce and valuable.
The event known as Cyberfest Houston was last Saturday night (9-22). It was my birthday party even though my birthday is actually the 29th. It had an incredible lineup and kept me from sleeping well at night for about a solid month. It was also a perfect example that crack does not smoke itself. Most would also say it was a complete disaster, and I agree, but I did have an amazing time with loads of stimulating moments. Many of my friends spent their time trying really hard to have a great time but I didnt have to try; nothing was going to come between this party and I.
Its difficult to decide where to start to capture the full essence of what led up to this party. Im much to scared of boring the shit out of you by going into the full details and Im much too lazy to actually describe the futile and mundane, which means your in luck and I go right to the actual point of arrival. Our crew (my kande girl Jennifer (Im waiting for you to sprout those wings any day now), her best friend Mandy, and my break dancing straight g Blura) all think, Hmmm, its like 5:30 and there is no line off the highway? We have all been to massives before and with this lineup we should be backed up for miles. The party was set to go down at two pm and thump until six am. As soon as we round the u-turn to go under the highway and in to ranch that the party was on, we see nothing but a line of cars and a huge barricade of police cars with matching sheriffs and the rest of the gang.
Next I saw one of the coolest things of the evening. Some of the party kids had broke the fence and taken the planks and were driving over the mud of the ditch and into a parking lot. There were only about 100 or so cars inside the fence so it had to have just happened. So we pull up to the hole in the fence and they say, Dont get stuck cause this is the only way in. Dont ruin it for everyone else and drive really fast. I dont really know what legal issues were involved but we did it anyway without really thinking about it. We paid some guy five bucks to park (who knows if we really were supposed to or not) and smoked a little pinner of some excellent greens. Very slowly people filed toward the dirt road we all assumed we were supposed to walk while the police watched with blank stares and unassuming eyes.
I waited for a while in the roll call line with
a sick feeling I was not on the guest list.
We entered the party without any search proceeded to the front to wait for our friends. At first I saw only one stage, quite obviously the main, but everything was covered in plastic and this thing was supposed to start at two. Here I was at 5:30 and I was literally there with only about 3 or 400 people. Upon examination there looked like maybe three other stages set up but alas no music from them either. Everyone I saw at this point looked pretty much in disbelief. It could have been the unmarked helicopters that were circling or the fact that there was something very weird going on. I said whats up to more of my goofy ass friends (you know who you are, and Robin too even though she wasnt there) and then set out to do something.
The first couple of hours of music came exclusively from the main stage and it was pretty bad disco house stuff. A little later the trance and breaks began on the tiniest stage. And finally about 10:30 or so the first sounds of jungle filled the air. Most of the main stage was scattered with huge mud puddles, which I unwittingly dipped into a couple of times. The look on most peoples faces was that of solomn disbelief. Many danced but many more sat or stood and just watched. I remained in a level of constant movement in an attempt to gain some sort of justifiable perspective that would translate well onto paper. It seems I failed as well. I really dont know what to tell you about this party. I went with great people, saw some great acts, had fun, yet the proper words elude me as to exactly what happened while we were there.
The party carried on nicely until about 4 am. I had gone out to the car (I could do that, I was VIP. Thanks Mark) for an undisclosed reason, ok, I ate my third green tiny tart. I was walking the half-mile back to the party and noticed kids leaving in droves. I mean literally, hundreds of kids all walking the complete opposite way as me. I would stop every other group and ask, Whats going on? Why is everyone leaving? A few party goers were obviously irate and gave me a few profane answers but for the most part no one said a word. I guess this is the best picture of the party I can give. No one knew exactly what was going on. A sickening feeling grew over me as I realized that the music had stopped, and I had just eaten some candy, and now I had to drive five hours home.
I would like to commend the djs that did perform with my utmost appreciation. You saved an event at which only about 20% of the posted talent showed up. Deiselboy, AK1200, all of the MCs on the Jungle stage for preaching it how it is, Squirt, the Crystal Method, Planet B and everyone else who tried to assist in the disaster cleanup in Houston. Donations were accepted for the Red Cross for the tragedy in NY. What happened to our moment of silence people? I remember seeing one very true saying etched onto one of the vendors vans. Ravers Vote Too I bring it up because scenes across America are degenerating.
Recently, San Antonio shut down any rave in the city on the day of a pretty massive event. Parties in CA have been shutting down at like 12 or 2 at night. Cyberfest was shut down at four and riot police had been dispatched earlier in the night. What the hell is that? Because the entrance was blocked off people had to park up to five miles away (yes, an hours walk). I wish I knew who the fuck died out there. Incidents like these only further the cause of law enforcement. We need some sort of action and we need it now. If you plan on going to a party any time soon then do us all a favor and do something proactive and positive in an attempt to save everyones good time. Instead of sitting there thinking, But Im only one person, what can I do? Go do something. We need unity people. We need a lot of it. Lets go do it.
What the fuck are you waiting for? Did you think I was kidding or what? GO!!!
Subj: I'm back from Cyberbust Houston
Mark i would love to be mailing you with some badass information
but there are not very many good things to tell. The party was
not supposed to happen. There was a court order blocking it from
going off. So at 5:30 when we showed up, people begin driving
through the fence to park. The music didn't start until 8:00
and then only on the mainstage. Two other stages went on at ten.
Planet B, the Crystal Method, Charles Feelgood performed along
with Aphrodite and Deiselboy, and then at 4:00 the police arrested
the promoters and shut the motherfucker down. There were only
like maybe 3-4 thousand people there so someone lost a couple
of million dollars. Well I'm going to sleep now but I'll send
you my best to capture what really happened in a night shourded
with chaotic overtones. Who knows, it might turn out good.
You may not realize it, but my Labor Day weekend has just
lost a good chunk of what it was supposed to be. Hopes were high
as I figured I would finally get to see Donald Glaude, as he
was headlining Water here in Dallas on Labor Day. Now he has
cancelled, sort of. As you are well aware, Nocturnal is also
Labor Day, and Donald is scheduled to appear there as well. He
was going to do both still, spin at 8 pm in Dallas and then hop
on a plane and go to CA to spin at 4:30 am, but the promoters
for Water figured that it was simply not worth the cash that
they would be shelling out. I can understand completely as Im
sure most any sensible person could. Im not writing this
to simply bitch, I just want someone out there to remember me
while they are on the dance floor.
Lineup: Q-Bert & D-Styles
The Funk Lab
Plus a diverse lineup of D-town favorites
In order to understand why Mankind was so much fun, you have
to understand the week I had before Mankind. I spent this week
in Austin, where I was supposed to be chilling with my best friend
E. His real name is Evan, but I call him E. He had told me to
come down but he failed to tell me that he had to work everyday
2-11 and write two papers (hes a chemistry major at UT).
The night I get to Austin I went to a party called Ravisance.
The DJs were good even though I had already seen each of
them at least once (Dave Aude, Danny tha Wildchild, DJ Mea).
The venue was oversold, hot, small, and at the end of the night
I found out I had been left at the party. No worries though,
for I had met a very cool girl who gave me a ride to my friends
apartment. Later in the week she took me out to dinner as well,
which was cool because I never got to see E that much. Saturday
comes Im fully hyped on getting back to Funkytown (Fort
Worth) and we make excellent time getting in at about 4pm. As
an extra treat about 6 of Es friends from Austin come up
too for their first Dallas experience.
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Move to California
Hey! Hey, man! Teach her how to dance! A kid wearing a Flaming Lips t-shirt and blue jeans thrusts a girl in a tank top and Kikwears towards a tall, glow stick wielding party kid while Keioki train wrecks for the third or fourth time in the background. It is a Sunday in San Diego at Club Elements. Im there with my girlfriend on spring break to see one of our high school friends, and to party our asses off. I didnt see much of my girl the rest of the night. After about ten minutes of coaxing Mark is finally able to get her to step to the beats. From there, she was a dervish of twirling lights and kicking. I think it was probably that night that we agreed we would move to So Cal.
We live in a city called Fort Worth, TX. Most of you probably only recognize Dallas, but we are only thirty minutes away. We sort of remained in contact with the guy I forced her to dance with that night and in random e-mails or ims he tells us of this magazine hes starting called raveonmagazine.com, better known now as Ravers Digest. I really didnt think anything of it at that time. I had gone to D-town parties, and parties in Funky Town, we even went to How Sweet It Is on our spring break excursion. Parties here are not as different as one would expect. The cops are still pricks, everyones a dj, and everyone bitches about how parties were back in the day. This is all irrelevant though when we set up our big break.
Sitting in Motel 6 two days after my nineteenth birthday with my girl and her best friend, I had nothing to look forward to the next day. I had basically already blown this semester of college and my parents were contemplating making me leave anyway. Im like, Fuck all of this, and lets go to California. Instantly, Nicki (my girls best friend) agrees. I have like four hundred dollars, my girl has twelve hundred in the bank she is saving for school, and Nicki has a 1984 Mercedes station wagon to get us there. In less than twenty-four hours we are on the road. The next few months are a complete blur. We hang out with Mark some, introduce him to some people; he introduces us to many more. Long story short, we run out of money, break our lease and come crawling back. This isnt as bad as it sounds though. Ok, yes it is as bad as it sounds.
Thinking back though, it couldnt have just been coincidence. Why did I pick that one guy out of a hundred to teach my girl how to dance? She had been to raves in TX but just never got into the dancing thing. Why had we remained in contact with this guy we had only met like three times? Now looking back, I see many mistakes we made along the way. We always had that feeling though, that whatever we were doing was right. I think that is why we go to parties, for that universal feeling. It doesnt matter where the party is, as long as people come together for a common cause. Im not sure the dance community has come up with this common cause either. Some say its PLUR, some say we are the new hippies, others claim its all about drugs. I dont see a common theme in there, but I do get the feeling that everything will be all right.
Im going back to California. I dont know when, why, how or with whom, but Ill be back. Till then Ill be dancing every weekend till dawn, searching for that one moment of tranquility. I hope you will be too.
All right Mark. I know its random and unstructured, but it gets my feelings across in the broad sense I was looking to achieve. By far this is not the end either in what could be a series of articles if you will let me. I think it sets up a follow up article quite nicely and Ill be able to focus in on one of many aspects still left very questionable in the readers eye. I did this on purpose. It might be a bit too broad but I think it tells the tale in a simplified, unbiased view. I like the end as it leaves what I wanted to say most still left in the readers head. What you think?