Love Fest Friday,
May 26 2000, San Diego
||enough water fountains for me
||overall not a stand out, some good sets, i.e.
||overall friendly 18+ SD people, but many were
not having fun, and left early
||lights on full blast starting at about 1am, killed
||floors too slippery to dance
Conclusion: I went to the
wrong party, unless every other party also sucked
I know that it is all about the music, but
Love Fest 2000 SD was ruined by the fact that the lights were
on full blast practically all night. One officer, we will call
L., told me that the police ordered all the lights on to discourage
drug use. I have to admit, it made sense, I would not want to
roll in that much light. I also did not feel like dancing with
that much light. In fact, I had trouble getting over the excessive
light the whole time. It was not bright for a rave, just too
bright for anything but retail. I told L. that the lights were
killing the party, and he said that the drugs were to blame for
the lights, so the drugs are killing the party. I asked him if
the police were going to do the same thing to Funky Teckno Tribe
on Saturday, and he said maybe.
Polling the crowd, every single person I asked about the party,
and the lights, said it was too bright. Vendors complained of slow glow stick sales. It really did not make any sense at all to have
glow sticks at that party, you could barely tell if the were
cracked or not, anyway.
Whoever we talked to at the ticket booth were rude, and I greatly
enjoyed sneaking in to the party by taking the elevator up one
level, and coming down through the garage. I would have really had a terrible time if I had paid
the $30 admission. To make things worse,
the floors were very smooth, and wet in most spots. Just in case
you did not mind dancing in super solar light conditions, the
floors made you think more about not falling down than busting
out. That too me means that the party sucked. Unless a bomb explodes
and kills people at Love Fest LA, LA will be a much better party.
Funky Tekno Tribe San Diego showed how great
a San Diego party could be. When I say that it was great, the
house room was thumpin all night long, and went to the next level
when Donald Glaude started his set. Everyone was either dancing
as hard as possible, or simply grooving and enjoying the scene.
Half way through the set, the lights did come on full blast,
but that was cool too. It just meant that everybody could see
me dance better! No matter what happened during that set, we
could only be 100% amped. In fact, the whole event was great.
There was really good candy, free water, plenty of room, good
dancers, and an overall great vibe.
What I liked about the San Diego Sports Arena Venue, was that
there were bright areas,
dark spots, and even super dark spots. There were places to sit,
places to dance, places to roll around in chairs, and everything
in between, so you could have it your
way. I was courteously place on the guest list of this event
by the promoters, and would like to thank them, not only for
free admittance, not just for a dope party, but for restoring
my faith that a San Diego party can battle LAs best, and
The only uncool part of the party was that in the Hip Hop/Jungle
room, one EVIL, BAD vibe junglist, wearing red ear muffs, would
not stop screaming jungle jungle jungle, nothing but jungle
24 7, f*** Christmas, f*** Hip Hop, just jungle, junglejunglejungle,
underground drums will never never die, bring the twisted bass,
junglejunglejungle as loud as he could over three entire
hip hop sets, sometimes right behind the various DJs. It
confirmed all the junglist folk lore I have ever heard, and then
a lot more. Why anyone would: ruin his entire night, sacrifice
his own voice, and piss off everyone for the strength of the junglist nation, is a frightening reminder of the strange, and in
this case even kamikaze tactics, used by the Junglist.
One of those DJs later remarked that the Ultra Junglist
was very scare me, I do not know that human voice could
be loud, compare to my big speakers.
A security officer said that I will never work a Hip Hop/Jungle
room again, because it was not a stable situation. If there
were three like that one I would have been out of there that
minute, my children are too important to me
I will never
harass a candy kid again. I wish that beast was rolling.
When I asked an officer about the Ultra Junglist, he said that
there was no legal course of action to make him stop. When I
asked him, what if there were ten such individuals, he said that
San Diego, as a community, is just not prepared for that
situation. I saw a special
forces tattoo on that guy, for the love of God.