Now mixed into the 140 beats a minute crazy techno electronica there were live bands as well. One was a pretty good bluesy kind of vibe with top hats and Playa wear. There was a gypsy band as well, after the mash up guy, who sang a song called, of all things, “Gypsy”. But it was all about the rave aspect of the night. Many many many DJ’s all great, some more intense then others, but all great. They were mixing, out on the jiggly pier thingy, on a suspended table. It was on rope, looked like climbing rope of all things, and the different equipment was used on the table. The reason being I think they were allowing for swing and dance dance dance.
Now in the middle of all this crazyness, the wifeykins called. Our daughter was at my sisters house and the wifey and the boy child were at home hanging out. Now as I’m standing amongst the last great nomad peoples of North America she begins to say that she would love to sell everything and be nomads. Home school our children on the road and travel the land. Now this really blew my mind as my wifey is a sweet woman whom I love absolutely, but a nomad she ain’t. So I chatted a bit with her, while I was trying to find a quiet spot which was no mean feat I must say, and we signed off from each other with a resounding “I love you”. And I continued to swim through the masses.
Now to some of you, as to me before this experience, I was thinking that the freak out factor would outweigh any and all possible feelings of humanity or community. But I was wrong. Every person I met, including the guys with the fake colored contacts and the hats and the Playa gear, were some of the nicest people around. The overwhelming feeling of humanity and sharing and group goodness was so strong it was hard not to have a perma grin on my face through most of the night. Well, the crazy interplanetary frop these people had helped as well. I was kind of paranoid entering so I didn’t take in my pipe or any joints or anything, and that was a waste of a freak out. I was asked at the entrance whether I had a bag or not, and as I didn’t I walked on through. With all the colors and all the finery, it was a sensational party and gave me my first real vibe of the Playa. And truthfully, it was as if I had come home and my people were there to meet me.
