MY.. GOD!! I hate to say it because I'd much rather go to an
crew's party...but How Sweet made a significant impression on
now, Matt and I have a set party-going system. We know we'll
share a pack of cigs so we can leave the other one "unopened"
to get it in and we know about Gtorade; so it was chill driving
up espcially since Mark knows how I always get shot gun...(thanks,
We get there and I find Mark at the Jive Moto booth where I was
given a Tiger's Milk bar (that shit's like Cambpell's Soup! mmm
I went to the jungle area! I went backstage, first thing. Tom
D. was back there so I said hi and checked around for anyone
else I knew. This is when Matt disappeared, so just like Caterpillar
Dreams, I was alone again, until Lawrence came over and gave
me a hug and asked to go to the VIP room with him where Matt
magically reappeared with some ROLLIN'- ASS BITCH RIDING ON HIS
KNEE!! NO WAY!! She wanted him to take her home or something...damn.
lucky bastard... So the Jungle Brothers were on by this time
and the first tracks were really tight. But then, the house beat,
house beat, house beat, house beat, beat , beat, house..began
blasting and Matt and I were out of there. Sorry...I was in the
mood to hear jungle, not house, that's why I was in the jungle
room. You didn't miss much if you weren't there.
around, this was the difficult part; brand new, from earlier
in the day, were a new pair of DADA-"crown victoria supreme"
shoes...carefully displayed, in all their white glory, on my
two feet. Listen: I know acid makes one quite insane but on the
real: white shoes, parties, fucked up people...they don't mix.
I don't know what I was thinking. ~>.dodge.<~ ~>.dodge.<~
Everybody's pants were brown on the bottom. Like they had stepped
in a huge pile ofdiarrhea.(yum) I ran into Tom, Lawrence, and
SDF-1. They weere charging back to the jungle room so we walked
back to the jungle area with them.
Aphrodite was setting up to spin his set. Lawrence and Tom were
MCing and I was standing backstage dancing next to some woman,
amazed that I was that close to someone whose CD I have, and
Matt was just chillin'. I found out that the woman was Aphrodite's
wife or girlfriend. The security guard then tried to kick my
ass off stage. But this goddess rescued me...she wrapped her
arms around me and said, "These are all our friends! She
stays," pointing at me now, "I don't care about everyone
else but she stays!!" After that the security guard was
asking me if folks were chill to be on the stage! HA!!
Then, the sacred part: I made my way to the edge of the stage,
looked out into the crowd, and fell the fuck off the edge! My
ass was UNDER the fucking stage. Nah...just kidding!! But for
real, if you've read any of my prior articles, you know that
I like the whole lighter deal. (Lighter at the bass line, makes
the room hotter...it's a unity thing.) So, I was the one, this
time, with lighter in hand. ~>.chk, chk.<~ I lit my lighter
and held it high into the sweaty sky. I watched the room light
up one or two lighters at a time and I realized that I wasn't
in the crowd! I realized that all those people were lighting
their lighters to light one WITH me...sic. That isn't even describable
by slang. That was mutual; reciprocity; it was like "ditto".
It was communication without speaking... it was unity...one-sque.
(:.~shakes her head~.: ) Anyway-you get it. But, Matt started
to be unable to hang inside. So I went outside with him. He felt
bad that he was keeping me outside but I reminded him that he
means more to me than all those DJs collectively so... well I
wanted to be inside but I lived through it, you know?
we knew it, people were asking for a pen, sobering up, and squinting
at the new sun. Fuck... Forgot my sunglasses. I was tired and
hadn't been smoking the whole night so I was quite cracked.