I'm Alive!
March 10th 2007 16:31
Contrary to popular belief, I avoided my long overdue overdose and cheated death once again. I'm back, and although part of my soul may have died as the lights dimmed over the Doomben racecourse, I think today was one of the best days I've had in a long, long time.
The day started out innocently enough. A mad rush to sort out drug supplies for a friend that decided in the end she didn't want them. After that, just getting ready and a mad rush for a bus. Then I ate some acid, and the day took a turn to the bizzare.
The Event: The future music festival. Perhaps the most awesome that can be in one location at one time without a rupture occuring in the fabric of space time.
Such names of greatness graced us with their presence and music. Carl Cox, Princess Superstar, Dirty South, Ferry Corsten, Fredde Le Grand, TV Rock, John Course, Goodwill, The Stafford Brothers, The Egg, and many more.
I think I may have said it in my prior post, but words cannot express how eager I was for this event. Well, I have left it completely satisfied: It was fucking AMAZING. But I digress...
So our bus ride involves several warnings ending in us almost getting kicked out, from using profane language to being too loud. It also involved some of my friends almost getting run down in an (eventually successful) attempt to board a bus after it left the station. It also involved me becoming the official navigator of the treacherous busway terrain for a group of at least a dozen people.
That's right, the guy on acid is giving the directions. Talk about the blind leading the blind.
So we arrive at Doomben, and the opening acts are already underway. We started with the famous stage. More specifically, camping in the smoking area near the famous stage. We stayed there a while, got a look around at the general layout and where the stages were each located.
Instead of going through the party in a proper chronological order, I'm going to just recap the memories as they come to my mind, frankly because I'm still fucked and I can't be bothered sifting through this mess of awesome memory to find the order they go in.
Dancing around in the sun to The Egg (who played as a band at an electro festival, I was impressed at the amount of accoustic sound in a festival I thought was going to be purely electro) as they played their hit, walking away (from which the more recent 'Love Don't Let Me Go' melody was stolen.
Felix Da Housecat, absolutely killing it, working the crowd and dropping some of the most intense beat I have ever heard. What a fuckin' trooper, that guy can play at my funeral anyday he wants.
Dirty South giving what might possibly be the best set of the night. It didn't hurt that I think he dropped my favourite track (In White Rooms, Neo Mix) in on his set, and it fucking went off. Absolutely fabulous.
Midnight Juggernauts (i think it was them) playing as a band and cranking out some of the most... well, uplifting music I have ever heard. Their tunes are beautiful, despite what i considered the.... strange vocals of their main vocalist. It was awesome though. So good in fact that I danced in the sun, alone, near a bunch of crazy indy kids. I shit you not. I was in a personal mindtrip cause of the acid, and I wanted to dance alone. My very uinderstanding ex figured as much and left me be (we ended up having a very nice dnm, but I'll get on to that later).
The final act of the night, Ferry Corsten, my other contender for favourite set of the night, combinging both the uplifting interludes and the subsequent drop in to the full beats with the most intense bass.... oh fuck yes it was good.
Watching the Princess Superstar set (which turned out to be really cool, that girl can really work a crowd) instead of watching the end of the Carl Cox set (Coxy is a legend among dance fans from what I can hear... the granddaddy of current dance music, so i'm told). We were dancing to dirty south when one friend went to check out the Carl Cox set. Oh wait... I have her phone, smokes, drugs and ID. Shit, we can't get in touch with her, and she said she'd meet us back here. Oh, and there are thousands of people here and finding one tripping girl in this crowd would be like finding a needle in a haystack? Ooookay. So we waited for her. Waited through dirty south, and the set after that too. I can't really complain, Princess Superstar was rad. She can have my babies.
A very... therepeutical talk with my ex. Who, by the way is reading this (Hi Alice!). It's good to throw all your cards out on the table, and i appreciate that. I sort of did it here, it's nice to know you can trust me like that in return.
A friend (who formed part of the trio we had going for a lot of the day, Me the friend and the ex) showing up.... around 3 hours after she left her house. In a car. By bus, it took us less than an hour and we had to catch a connection.
Having major pill distribution decisions to be made, until another friend literally saved the day and got us some more, which it turned out actually really made the night special.
Having an awesome time with my mate from work, who is a real champion, a top bloke. We danced, we sat and chatted, we checked out the (massive number of) hot women around us.... he's a shitload of fun to go out with.
Losing the friend who disappeard off to Carl Cox's set AGAIN when she didn't return with the ex from a bathroom mission. Whoopsie. We found her alright though, so no big dramas.
Realizing that volleys and jeans are NOT good rave clothes. I floundered in the sun like a fish out of water.
A girl being carried out of the festival. By two ambulance officers. Because she'd overdosed. A few bad apples, heh?
Chain Smoking. I went through a full 25 packs of smokes tonight, and I didn't give that many away. That's kind of disgusting.
The patch of grass by the free water refill station (which saved our lives, water was $4.50 a bottle and I had 5 dollars, but 1 bottle lasted me through at least a dozen refills.... thank god for that) becoming so waterlogged that it literally become a swamp. I shit you not, shoes sank in to the mud that formed and I swear they were never recovered. It was a thick swamp.
Grinding my teeth into nothingness because of lack of chewing gum (which ran out well before the end)... I now have a really, really sore jaw.
The guy who thought that Alice was stalking him as we were leaving... i think he was moving and she was running to the toilets and he thought she was chasing him... he was pretty funny.
Scott and Lolz, my two new friends I made in the smoking area beneath the big black inflatable gorilla with the yellow with purple (i think) polka dots. Hope you guys had a fucking sick time.
Almost getting into a fight with the guys dancing behind me because... well, I don't know. I was dancing and must have done something unintentional because suddenly there's a guy yelling at me and I haven't the faintest why. His friends calmed him down though, so that worked out ok. Got the adrenaline going a little bit as only the fight or flight decision can.
Having to mission it back to a friends house to pay for drugs. Also carrying the money for these drugs around all day and not being able to spend it. Not on pills, not on cold water, not on propellor hats or glow sticks or alcohol. No, it had to stay in my wallet. It did... barely. Thank fuck he was able to give us a lift home from his (Alice accompanied me), that made things a lot easier. And I know from the sounds of it I might be hanging around my ex too much, but no. We had a chat about that during our depp an meaningful, and with all the cards on the table I feel perfectly comfortable around her now because now we both come to the relationship with no misconceptions and no illusions. I also found out I was her 'person', which is pretty cool.
Walking across the oval because a friend thought he left his phone by the cricket nets, only to find he'd left it in a friend's room and the whole journey had been utterly pointless.
Getting home, writing a blog entry and a song comes on the playlist that featured at the festival... I close my eyes and I'm there all over again. I'm Lovin' it.
I know there are more, but I think I'm about to hit a wall. I haven't eaten since... well, it's 2.30AM now on sunday, and I haven't eaten since, oh, 5.30 friday night. Someone else figure how long that is, it's too long for me. I know I should be hungry, but pills are such good diet suppressants, I know I couldn't eat a bite.
If any more memories come to light, I will add them in here. I just wanted to regurgitate these memories while they were fresh in my head.
Thank you God, for giving us the Future Music Festival.
The day started out innocently enough. A mad rush to sort out drug supplies for a friend that decided in the end she didn't want them. After that, just getting ready and a mad rush for a bus. Then I ate some acid, and the day took a turn to the bizzare.
The Event: The future music festival. Perhaps the most awesome that can be in one location at one time without a rupture occuring in the fabric of space time.
I think I may have said it in my prior post, but words cannot express how eager I was for this event. Well, I have left it completely satisfied: It was fucking AMAZING. But I digress...
So our bus ride involves several warnings ending in us almost getting kicked out, from using profane language to being too loud. It also involved some of my friends almost getting run down in an (eventually successful) attempt to board a bus after it left the station. It also involved me becoming the official navigator of the treacherous busway terrain for a group of at least a dozen people.
That's right, the guy on acid is giving the directions. Talk about the blind leading the blind.
So we arrive at Doomben, and the opening acts are already underway. We started with the famous stage. More specifically, camping in the smoking area near the famous stage. We stayed there a while, got a look around at the general layout and where the stages were each located.
Instead of going through the party in a proper chronological order, I'm going to just recap the memories as they come to my mind, frankly because I'm still fucked and I can't be bothered sifting through this mess of awesome memory to find the order they go in.
Dancing around in the sun to The Egg (who played as a band at an electro festival, I was impressed at the amount of accoustic sound in a festival I thought was going to be purely electro) as they played their hit, walking away (from which the more recent 'Love Don't Let Me Go' melody was stolen.
Felix Da Housecat, absolutely killing it, working the crowd and dropping some of the most intense beat I have ever heard. What a fuckin' trooper, that guy can play at my funeral anyday he wants.
Dirty South giving what might possibly be the best set of the night. It didn't hurt that I think he dropped my favourite track (In White Rooms, Neo Mix) in on his set, and it fucking went off. Absolutely fabulous.
Midnight Juggernauts (i think it was them) playing as a band and cranking out some of the most... well, uplifting music I have ever heard. Their tunes are beautiful, despite what i considered the.... strange vocals of their main vocalist. It was awesome though. So good in fact that I danced in the sun, alone, near a bunch of crazy indy kids. I shit you not. I was in a personal mindtrip cause of the acid, and I wanted to dance alone. My very uinderstanding ex figured as much and left me be (we ended up having a very nice dnm, but I'll get on to that later).
The final act of the night, Ferry Corsten, my other contender for favourite set of the night, combinging both the uplifting interludes and the subsequent drop in to the full beats with the most intense bass.... oh fuck yes it was good.
Watching the Princess Superstar set (which turned out to be really cool, that girl can really work a crowd) instead of watching the end of the Carl Cox set (Coxy is a legend among dance fans from what I can hear... the granddaddy of current dance music, so i'm told). We were dancing to dirty south when one friend went to check out the Carl Cox set. Oh wait... I have her phone, smokes, drugs and ID. Shit, we can't get in touch with her, and she said she'd meet us back here. Oh, and there are thousands of people here and finding one tripping girl in this crowd would be like finding a needle in a haystack? Ooookay. So we waited for her. Waited through dirty south, and the set after that too. I can't really complain, Princess Superstar was rad. She can have my babies.
A very... therepeutical talk with my ex. Who, by the way is reading this (Hi Alice!). It's good to throw all your cards out on the table, and i appreciate that. I sort of did it here, it's nice to know you can trust me like that in return.
A friend (who formed part of the trio we had going for a lot of the day, Me the friend and the ex) showing up.... around 3 hours after she left her house. In a car. By bus, it took us less than an hour and we had to catch a connection.
Having major pill distribution decisions to be made, until another friend literally saved the day and got us some more, which it turned out actually really made the night special.
Having an awesome time with my mate from work, who is a real champion, a top bloke. We danced, we sat and chatted, we checked out the (massive number of) hot women around us.... he's a shitload of fun to go out with.
Losing the friend who disappeard off to Carl Cox's set AGAIN when she didn't return with the ex from a bathroom mission. Whoopsie. We found her alright though, so no big dramas.
Realizing that volleys and jeans are NOT good rave clothes. I floundered in the sun like a fish out of water.
A girl being carried out of the festival. By two ambulance officers. Because she'd overdosed. A few bad apples, heh?
Chain Smoking. I went through a full 25 packs of smokes tonight, and I didn't give that many away. That's kind of disgusting.
The patch of grass by the free water refill station (which saved our lives, water was $4.50 a bottle and I had 5 dollars, but 1 bottle lasted me through at least a dozen refills.... thank god for that) becoming so waterlogged that it literally become a swamp. I shit you not, shoes sank in to the mud that formed and I swear they were never recovered. It was a thick swamp.
Grinding my teeth into nothingness because of lack of chewing gum (which ran out well before the end)... I now have a really, really sore jaw.
The guy who thought that Alice was stalking him as we were leaving... i think he was moving and she was running to the toilets and he thought she was chasing him... he was pretty funny.
Scott and Lolz, my two new friends I made in the smoking area beneath the big black inflatable gorilla with the yellow with purple (i think) polka dots. Hope you guys had a fucking sick time.
Almost getting into a fight with the guys dancing behind me because... well, I don't know. I was dancing and must have done something unintentional because suddenly there's a guy yelling at me and I haven't the faintest why. His friends calmed him down though, so that worked out ok. Got the adrenaline going a little bit as only the fight or flight decision can.
Having to mission it back to a friends house to pay for drugs. Also carrying the money for these drugs around all day and not being able to spend it. Not on pills, not on cold water, not on propellor hats or glow sticks or alcohol. No, it had to stay in my wallet. It did... barely. Thank fuck he was able to give us a lift home from his (Alice accompanied me), that made things a lot easier. And I know from the sounds of it I might be hanging around my ex too much, but no. We had a chat about that during our depp an meaningful, and with all the cards on the table I feel perfectly comfortable around her now because now we both come to the relationship with no misconceptions and no illusions. I also found out I was her 'person', which is pretty cool.
Walking across the oval because a friend thought he left his phone by the cricket nets, only to find he'd left it in a friend's room and the whole journey had been utterly pointless.
Getting home, writing a blog entry and a song comes on the playlist that featured at the festival... I close my eyes and I'm there all over again. I'm Lovin' it.
I know there are more, but I think I'm about to hit a wall. I haven't eaten since... well, it's 2.30AM now on sunday, and I haven't eaten since, oh, 5.30 friday night. Someone else figure how long that is, it's too long for me. I know I should be hungry, but pills are such good diet suppressants, I know I couldn't eat a bite.
If any more memories come to light, I will add them in here. I just wanted to regurgitate these memories while they were fresh in my head.
Thank you God, for giving us the Future Music Festival.
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Comment by Wendi
*waves to Alice*
Good for you for not spending the money in the wallet! That says a lot about a character, especially when those tempting glow sticks are present. *LOL*
Glad you made it out alive, and hope the girl that overdosed recovers okay.