Couldn’t sleep - here’s a rant. Powered by gnocci and tequila. And memories of a useless youth.
I don’t have nearly the time I used to, and that’s probably a good thing. Less time to wander aimlessly through the realms of digital archival reels, seeking, finding a stray link here or there. Outliers. Folders folding into folders. Time becomes a loop. Theory of the moebius typed shit. But once I locked into something, it became pretty damn fun to follow that white rabbit.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about the future of rave. It’s needed, more than ever. It’s also fully becoing fully boot-stamped into its face in the way that good ol big C / neon loves to do it - first as tragedy, then as farce.
I blame the phone.
Anyway, I digress. I’ll continue this digression. I’m worried about this whole lack of shows thing. This whole distance as a policy thing. On the one hand I feel like it’s brewing the proper response, in time. We’ll embrace and hug and yadda yadda. But maybe not? Maybe it’s deeper into the cranial folds this time? Time becomes a loop. I’ve sought out the ones in the woods, the renegade masters, D4 damagas, but its some ill behavior out there…we forgot how to social.
i guess i seen it in like 2007, somfing like dat. but this time it’s fully hashed, cooked into a new beast. we used to call them poseurs. now we all pose. point is i think itll come back around but i don’t see it coming full circle for another 3-5 at least. this mind medicine is messy, but the conditions for culture cure are critically compromised.
thats all for now. lets do something for the end of year perhaps? thanks, scorpio szn.