A Melancholic Trance

Cast your eyes, east and west, and perhaps north, too. Thinner air and patchy clouds, no need to spin the sounds that’ll tame the savage snake plant(but we are heading to the valley soon, though). As I am flying back, I realized what small layering could do. Thursday night, spent in the desert, house music in the background, it all made sense… Pye Corner Audio.. Rhythm No. 3. It took me back to the early 7am mornings spent as a 17 year old. The people, the experiences, the agenda, all reeled by music… A Melancholic Trance. The train comes storming by, it all settles in eventually. It becomes second nature- not even phased! But Back To Nature, whether it is in the dry Indio desert or in the Pacific Northwest Rain Forest, it is still a sensation. It is something else from the norm, a place they’ve all dreamed about. Once we’re back to the norm, it’s the traditional ‘kill a 6 pack with your bro in your car’ kinda deal. “Serge”, Brigitte helped us drink some, too. All followed by the crowd surfing chaos we’ve all encountered in our days, eat your drunchy tacos, and make it home in one piece. Rest up(kind of), pick your sister up from moms, and give that nug a ride to school… The Millennium. The people, the experiences, the agenda… A Melancholic Trance of 2013.

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