Wilderbeats 06 and More Wild Dreaming

Well that was one of the highlights of my year thus far. Wilderbeats 06 turned out to be more than a party… marking some sort of a “circle of completion” or catharsis for many of us. For me, it was the 1 year anniversary of my first solo gig and the 1 year anniversary of meeting many of my favorite people on earth… my burning man family… Returning to this secluded Forest Hill location turned out to be very special. I was especially touched that people planned the hours of operation for the Bloody Cake ‘n’ Bacon camp so that they would not miss my 1:30 set. Amazing friends i tell you. And let me tell you what i learned about cake and bacon…. mmmmm-MMMMMM BITCH!!! THAT’S what I learned!!! That was seriously the tastiest fucking combination… EVER.

I’m serious.

Just like at Burning Man I was plauged by crazy dreams at night. After drinking it up and helping set up camp on Friday night I fell asleep and dreamed that I was at the party but going through many anxiety-based-scenarios… not the least of which was falling down and tearing my shirt… bloodying up my torso… the kind of rough-ass dream that you wake up from 3 times throughout the night in a sweat…

When I woke up the first time I swear i was in the middle of monster anxiety attack. Why does travelling always induce this kind of dreaming for me? I think it’s weird that at Burning Man I had a dream that my father was dying right in front of me in a rite-aid and now, almost a year later, I come home from this camping trip full of heavy dreams and find out my father is going into surgery on wednesday because he may have cancer of the bladder or something… they’re not sure yet… Fan-fucking-tastic… 

There have always been weird synchronicities surrounding the idea of my father dying. When I was in Peru on my Ayahuasca journey I had a dream one night that I saw my father die and then my teeth starting falling out… just sorta getting loose at the roots at first…  NOT a fun dream to have… Well after Burning Man i picked up a book called Breaking Open the Head by Daniel Pinchbeck. In one chapter Daniel is staying with a shaman just like I was and had a dream that his teeth were falling out. When asked what it could mean the shaman replied “ah this dream means that your father has died.”

Of course my father hasn’t croaked yet but the ring of synchronicity there is just bizarre… how about the fact that Daniel Pinchbeck himself was hosting a few lectures AT Burning Man last year… the very day after I had the rite-aid father-dying dream. If I had thought of it then I would’ve gone to talk to him about it but i hadn’t seen the connection there yet…

well anyhow….

Wilderbeats was rocking fucking times… I’m sorry to do injustice to it by tangenting off into my dreams there because if i could give Wilderbeats the blog entry it deserves it would be a montage of beautiful people… vibrating trees… writhing dancers… clapping butt-cheeks… exploding taste buds… broken sunglasses… dildos and antlers…. highway debauchery… growling beasts in bushes… sunsets on mars… rattle-bears with sharks for hands… submarine dogs with propeller tails…. snakes in front of liquor stores… screaming teary-eyed vixens and He-Man wearing cop sunglasses and a fanny pack.

But I can’t do all that so here’s some pictures instead:

my heart was last seen here

Cake and Bacon… together at last (tecate optional)

be good to the help… or they will hit you with a dildo in your sleep

Dirt can’t resist the taste sensation that is Mo-Mary
(Mo’s special Bloody Mary recipe) 

Morgan and I discussing the logistics of getting faded in the early AM.

I still don’t understand how two Hosa cables went bad on me in one
weekend… see that yellow connector hanging off my mixer? That’s a
fucking playstation RCA cable i carry in my bag that I always
knew would come in handy.

Swami O-My-Gami

you would not guess from this picture that these two bastards are invincible

Show us your game face bitches!!!!