BOOM!
Now this is a Halloween worth remembering, worth recording, even worth blogging about.
I'll try to cover as many details as I can - it's been a few days already...
We set out Friday, October 30th with Mr. Travis Bass. Below, a picture of Mr. Travis Bass.
Apart from Travis's passion for A Whole New World, acoustic versions of popular rap songs about sex, a fetish for green shoes and a bottomless stomach (as far as cupcakes are concerned) this dude deserves an honorable mention in this post because:
A. It was his birthday
B. He let us crash at his place for a full weekend
C. He's a fucking ninja
Thanks for the cupcakes, champagne, delicious dinner and late breakfasts!
Anyway, Friday was mainly celebrating abovementioned figure's b-day. We munched ourselves into a well-deserved food coma and went to a record store. We continued to Seal Beach, where we disobeyed the law with a passion.
Back home, we watched Paranormal Activity. If you haven't seen it yet, don't worry - it's just like a remake of the Blair Witch Project, but then set in a house... Yawn :)
We woke up around 3.. or was it 4.. PM on Saturday - just in time to suit up and get our asses to the shrine.
We arrived, and ran into some minor trouble at the entrance: the line.
It was MASSIVE. We received a few program booklets, and were pleasantly surprised to see Deadmau5 added to the line-up as a surprise DJ! But would it be worth the wait?
Well, to cut straight to the anti-climax: we got in pretty fast. So fast, that we still managed to see most of Buraka Som Sistema's awe-inspiring set. The 'traditional Portuguese' electronic bootyshaking madhouse turned LA upside down for 50 minutes. One drop two drop three drop four, the sound of Kuduro knocking at yo' door!
We switched a bit between Buraka and Shinichi Osawa - Steve Aoki's Japanese pal, another electro mastermind. Now, as far as the music of the night was concerned, I had absolutely no complaints. Major Lazer? Epic. Basement Jaxx? Insane. Justice? Jawdropping. 2manydjs? "And then I jizzed, in my..."
No - what is way more fun to write about is the audience. I mean, you read those concert reviews here and there (that song was great, that transition sucked, 'they were on cue', 'too bad the bassist was so drunk', etc.) but unless it was a truly legendary evening, one of those shows that will guarantee a loyal YouTube following for years after, you don't really care. Especially in my case: in fact, I'm just making y'all jealous :)
So, back to the matter at hand: skanky bitches.
They were everywhere. On the dancefloor, on stage, on the stairs, on the bar, on the ground, briefly in the air, on each other, in the first aid booth... Skank United came to play and they brought their whole fanclub.
Because there was no alcohol served at the event, there were a few thousand girls from 14 onwards rolling like a bowlingball down the Rockies. "Hey, are you Ian? I SAID, ARE YOU EE-ING?"
You'd only have to walk a few metres before running into another dude flashing his ravegloves to some doped up chick or dude to provide some visual orgasm of sorts.
They were sweaty and seemingly exhausted - but clearly enjoying themselves. I have never seen so many people in one place on pills, damn.We weren't really dressed up. We just put our uniforms on. The Ninja Neishon invaded Haunted Mansion, and showed no fucking mercy.
After some 6 hours of dancing, messing with people's highs, drinking Gatorade and watching too many wiggly butts for a lifetime (I'd thought there was no limit, but I damn well found it) we decided that it was time to move out. Ninja Style, of course. Big cloud of smoke and shit. Lotta shurikens and blood. Didn't take pictures because we were too damn fast.
That about sums it up. Oh wait - we came back to Travis's place, had the first cold beers of the evening, and watched an old dvd of Mr. Bass performing the Pink Panther with his High School Drama Club. Though he is a fine actor, we passed out very quickly.
To finish, some pictures of the madness that was HARD.
If every coming party here is only half as amazing as Hard, I'll be having more fun than I could've dreamed of before coming to California. And I dreamt a fucking shitload. And then I annoyed all my friends with them. Go figure.
Thanks to all who came along, I'm ready for the next one.
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Now playing: Funeral For A Friend - Storytelling
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Fuckin epic, agreed
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