FINALLY DECOMPRESSED
There is something about Burning Man and the people that participate in it that makes me feel all warm and tingly inside. I can only compare to a few things in life, and mostly has to do with love. An innocent kind of love. I feel safe whenever I am in the friendly arms of a fellow burner. Perhaps its a false sense of being or awareness, but its nice to let my inhibitions loose every once in a while.
L.A. Decompression began as a soft whimper, but eventually grew into an giant monstrosity wrecking havoc around downtown L.A. I arrived at L.A. Decom slightly hungover from celebrating Erika's birthday the previous night. Most of the camps were already set up and were ready for business, Tabula Rasa was also ready. There weren't a lot of people there yet, which was actually great because I had a chance to meet up with all my burner friends.
It was so wonderful to see Sis, Michelle, Amanda, and Daryl again. I hadn't seen them since we left Black Rock City, and just seeing them chillin' and hangin' out in our tents. It was as if we had never left the BRC at all. Seeing all the playa dust still clinging on to the rugs and tents was a little emotional. Chris and I got playafied by simply rolling our bodies on the tent.
I met Krissy in Burning Man; I remember her well because she had a soft English accent, and for some reason I kept calling her Pussy, instead of Krissy the whole entire night; luckily for me she didn't mind that monicker. She was a Temple Guardian at BM, but I had met her at Lush, I don't quiet remebered anything else other than that. But when we met up at Decom, we were both instantly connected into our happy place again. We spent most of the afternoon strolling through all the camps and installations, drinking, and dancing at each of the mini-clubs that were there. There were various points throughout the day where we lost each other, but for whatever reason, we ended up always meeting at the most obscure and random places. It was so bizarre that I just decided to hitch my wagon on her trailer, and we merrily meandered through all the insanity that was occurring around us.
I also spent a lot of the time at "You Better Vote" Camp, which surprisingly had a lot of French people there who couldn't even vote in the upcoming elections. I saw a lot of irony there. I handed about 100 copies of my chapbook, and although most people were too drunk or high to really read it and give me any critical feedback, everyone seemed to be very positive about it.
Krissy and I went to see the fire dancers, then made our way to an amazing set by Mutaytor. We were invited to the after-party at the some nearby lofts, so Krissy and I pretty much walked around with a bottle of Jagermeister and Vodka until we were pretty sloshed. We were drinking in front of fire marshalls, police officers, and undercover cops, somehow they didn't feel threatened by our drunkeness. When it began to ran, I just stood outside, took off my shirt and just danced in the rain.
The after-party was pretty insane. There were all these secret rooms that we discovered along the way. And I was half-naked half the time, and fully-clothed the rest the time. It was all randomly innocent. And it just made perfect sense for some odd reason.
L.A. Decompression provided the appopriate closure for the beautiful experience I had at the Black Rock City. The man will still burn within me; but I feel I have reached a threshold, and its time to move forward. There are still a million things to do, and a million people to meet. The world is my oyster, and I can't wait to dive in...
TINY VESSELS
This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her but you don't.
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
I spent two weeks in Silverlake
The California sun cascading down my face
There was a girl with light brown streaks
And she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.
Yeah she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.
Wanted to believe in all the words that i was speaking
As we moved together in the dark
And all the friends that i was telling
And all the playful misspellings
And every bite i gave you left a mark
Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises
That you said you didn't want to fade
But they did and so did i that day
All i see are dark grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you ask "was something wrong?"
That i think "you're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now.
No, we can't talk about it now."
So one last touch and then you'll go
And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
- Death Cab For Cutie
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Dry Your Eyes (The Streets), Such Great Heights (Postal Service), Lightness (Death Cab For Cutie), My Culture (1 Giant Leap), Margerine Melodie (Stereolab), Bit Even Jail (Interpol), Arizona Pt. 1 (Chicane), Sparrows Over Birmingham (Josh Rouse), Rain City (Turin Brakes), Laughing City (Eisley), and Just Friends (Gavin DeGraw).