BADASS!!! I like the big blowup man in yellow… (and the man in black…)
Simon Simon SIMON B—LISTEN!!!
How about having a silly AWARD CEREMONY at the 10th year anniversary party??? I mean, why not—rock’n’ roll and R&B both got music awards… How about the First Annual Twisted Psychedelic Music Awards??? “And the Twisted Psychedelic award for Best Dark & Twisted Neurotrance goes to…” ~OR~ “And the Twisted Psychedelic award for Best Candy Raver Outfit goes to…”
It could be a spoof of every other silly music award ceremony, and you could make trophies outta, like, computer chips glued together in the shape of a, treble clef, or a bass clef… I have a whole vision here for you already… Why not?? I mean, my whole point about photographing parties is, not so much that all y’all Twisted DJs be so cute I wanna look at you (that’s part of it), but mainly, the point is _ v i s i b i l i t y _ . . . And Si P, the best to get recognition as a DJ is to GIVE recognition, isn’t it??? I think you out of all people have the authority… I think my idea is a GREAT idea. I dunno, maybe too great?? Am I overestimating the scale and might of the Twisted operation here??? ... a mild bit of megalomania never hurt anyone, did it…? Visibility, because, well, this is how rock’n'roll got started—a few giants, and then it went freestyle, and then it was Woodstock and the near revolution… And so, then LSD was made illegal, and the revolution didn’t quite happen, the hippie baby-boomers turned yuppie 9-to-5, rock’n'roll music production was bought by Hollywood and Martin Luther King Jr got shot, but hey, at least we stopped fucking Vietnam up the ass and we made black people believe they had franchise…
But the feeling I get when I got to these badass week-end long trance parties, that I get dancing in the mud, in the night, where peeps are instant friends, where kindness is tangible and where it don’t matter if you’re black or white (though the scene is admittedly, real fucking white, but hey, who said desegregation was for real anyway…)—isn’t there an avenue for change??... Or am I still so young and naive. Another Woodstock delusion perhaps. I mean, it is becoming a global movement, hell, there’s even a scene in North Carolina, and on the East coast, the scene is small but dedicated, and I ran into people from as far South as Atlanta, I ran into people from butt-fuck NoWhere West Virginia whom I met on the boat in New York, who tell me, “I have pictures of you on the boat!! Yeah I came down to Atlanta to see Infected, next time Ima give you a call!!!”...
And if this global movement is picking up momentum and if there really is an avenue for change, and if we live for a dream, whatever it may be, be it peace or alternative energy or tree-huggin’—“I have a dream…” (... and I may get shot one day)—then you be the leaders, the light, the sound…
I must be COMPLETELY delusional. An advanced case of megalomania.
I’m just raging here. RAGING. I been raging all day, all week, it’s exhausting. But, hey—I have a dream…
xoxo
