Psytrance or any kind of music with “psy” as a prefix has always been a genre of music I’ve loved, and to this day I take pride in the fact that it is best experienced in the middle of a big field somewhere in yaksnutsistan, shoes off, dancing with total abandon.
I like that relatively few people can name one psychedelic artist. I’m going to this new year’s show thanks to another forum member having a spare ticket. I’m excited, because it is the first time that I know of, that anyone from Twisted has played such a large venue in the states. I share Si P’s sentiments about, as he politely put it, “not being able to relate” to people who jump on the band wagon.
To me, that means someone who is content with hearing (as opposed to listening to) and knowing music just for the sake of “keeping up”. A few years ago, if I met someone who heard of Shpongle, I knew I had found a friend. You don’t find that kind of music. It finds you.
I mean I found it in this trippppy little trance record shop in the East Village right when the first album dropped. I asked the guy with the bone in his nose, “What’s good?” He just handed me the album without saying a word. Loved it ever since. Now, I find more people saying, “Yeah I heard of ‘em.” But did you actually listen, though? Like with a set of headphones? Did you actually SEE the music like I do? I don’t think so.
This is not music for the masses. I suggested in another post that I thought a Shpongle-Tool concert, or psychedelic artist festival encompassing all genres would be a great idea. Still do. Yes, there will be many people who would come to “know” the name Shpongle, and even say, “Yes, I listened. They’re ok.”
All that means for us, as dedicated psytrance enthusiasts, is having to look a little harder for the twinkle in the eye when you hear that, so you know they’re telling the truth. That and having to stifle the urge to puke when seeing Simon on the top 100 “DJ” list.