I'm still spinning from the 10,000 miles I must have traveled in the last 24 hours. So I thought I would try to express some of the strange visions in my head. After driving a van for 10 hours straight, through the desert, buzzing on double shots of espresso and listening to bad radio so as not to drive off the road and into the abyss of darkness, I finally arrived in LA at 3 am. Took a plane at 3 pm and now I'm back in NYC.
I'm sure Goblin will have many posts soon, but I thought I would start to refresh my memory with some highlight that may fade with time and sleep.
What was my favorite moment? Hard choice. Was it the dust storm that took over the village and created a frenzy of drumming, dancing, fire eating, and chaos that when over, eventually led to the most beautiful sunset. Gold and orange rust colored in the west and a rainbow in the east while small raindrops fell on the dust covered members of the Woonami village who were now rhythmically dancing around a metal totem pole with fire coming out the top. It looked like a dream, everyone was covered in white playa dust and wore goggles , dust masks or gas masks. The fire made shadows dance and illuminated the scene while Miss Jupiter was channeling some sick verbiage through a megaphone over the beating drums.
or....was it the night I took a small white pill, dressed in full "glamour goblin goth' (playa dust gives the best white face ever!) and ended up running across the playa to the greatest night of dancing I've had in ages. Meeting up with all my old and new friends, all fully done sweetie! Moving , shaking ,screaming all night long in a dome structure covered with white fabric. After dancing for what felt like 100 hours I ran out of the dome and tried hitching a ride on a fish, whale, rocket and some other indescribable structure, finally landing a ride across the playa on a magic carpet with 3 Santa characters. I lied back and watch the stars all the way back to camp.
or .....was it the burn itself? The Woonoami bus, the most authentic Mad Max vehicle on the playa! It WAS a perfect post apocalyptic pirate ship from its huge orange mast, flame throwers on the back, stripper pole on the hood, all the way down to the live rock band on the roof! Using a switchblade knife to create a hot little number from an old purple "Mother of the bride" dress I boarded the bus for the ride of a lifetime. From the roof of the bus we watched the man burn and fall with an orgy of insane freaks (yours truly included).Tex, Dax, Keven and I were hanging off the bus and screaming like banshees while the band rocked hard. Tex was in his element. The entire scene was pure theater in every way. What I live for!
Or.... was it the bike ride I took the next day with the most beautiful creation of a man ever seen named Dax. We biked out to the Temple of Joy (by far the most amazing structure of Burning Man) and after reading all the moving words written on hundreds of blocks of wood we wrote down our own messages and placed them in a nest. That night we watched it burn from the top of the bus. It was like nothing I have ever witnessed before. As the wooden temple went up in flames , huge dust devils were created and started literally dancing around it while tears were coming out of our eyes. MAGIC. We ended that night in Tex's dome laughing at everything and nothing for hours until our stomachs ached.
A perfect end to a perfect trip. What a summer! Tex, anything to add......?
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