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6.16.2009 |
Evolution at Wind Walker Ranch
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 Ninety photos in the set above. I'm either getting lazier or giving into the demands of others. My editing has gone to shit. People want more, more more. The vote is in and the decree is quantity over quality, although I'm a firm believer in the power of cutting down. Eliminating the zillions of blurry photos, or uninspired ones, or dismal failures full of boredom, or disgustingly biased and unrepresentative photos (yes it's true!) allows me to look better than I am. It certainly allows me to look better than others who post every single one of their "artistic masterpieces" - blurries, blackies, whities and all. But I should probably cut down to 50 like I was before. Next time I'll bring you all LESS, LESS, LESS!!! So, I missed out on all of the truly cool, excellent events and opted for sleep instead. The main DJ act was The Spacemen (were The Spacemen?), who are supposedly humans who dress like freakish alien gargoylic aliens and wave their tendrilled fingers around like mad, to the beat, and appear very "alien." You'll not see any photographs of them from me! I also missed the main fire event up at the Wanderlust area, opting for sleep instead, oh those lovely z's. There was, assuming I can trust those who made me jealous, fire jumproping... as well as spinning and burning and dancing and flailing about. Cowboys and Indians made an entrance. And there was talk of finding teeny-bopper raverlettes and combining them with an equestrian for fun and perhaps profit. My main contribution was waking up the next morning, wandering around with a bag filled with colorful and lacy fabric, and enlisting some help in order to throw the said fabric over Clayton's geodesic dome. It was pretty. And sweet. And bitter. Sweet. It is now time for resolutions. I've committed to resting the entire week so that I can pound my body into the ground and never stop shooting and shouting this weekend for e11. I'm hot and bothered and hopping mad at my laziness (but also happy). In vengeance, I'm gonna go crazy psycho machine pumping greased up steamy mad! Labels: Camping, Photos, Raves
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11.28.2008 |
Gravity's 8th Consecutive White Party
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 A white party. It sounds almost racist. But wrongs become righted when you find out it's all done under a black light that actually makes everyone blue. Serves us right for being martians. It's a great theme party because everyone has at least a white t-shirt. It's pretty much a chance for all those guys who show up everywhere in blue jeans and a thin white t to be in the in instead of "too cool for all that fashion bull." Of course, what I love to see are the amazing ways that people creatively intertwine the theme's limitations with inventiveness. Blue hair or pink hair becomes all that much shocking. On the lighting side, I really need to investigate the effects of blacklight on photography. Blue always seems to be a wavelength that interacts in strange ways. It's the most high energy frequency, of course, so that may have to do with the way it skews and burns out in places. Blue seems to rip less sophisticated sensors apart. Try looking at blue televisions or led's with a cellphone camera. Check out the photos above to see what I mean! Especially < this> one. Those are led's, and so perhaps it's just that they are so small and bright that they behave differently than anything else. If anyone has resources or knowledge I'd love to know more about the phenomenon. OPP! (Other people's photos): Jeffrey McGrathEric HamiltonLabels: Photos, Raves
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6.15.2008 |
Bassnectar in Utah!
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 Bassnectar blew away all my expectations. Thank you: Chis Sick and all the others, for getting this organized and bringing an amazing party to the local area. Click the image above to get to the page of images. What follows is little more than my own thoughts on the photographic progress. It's probably boring to most and so it can certainly be ignored; writing is simply a way to articulate and reduce ambiguities in thought, and so I need it. Bias is a complex issue in photography due to contradictions in the way people ingest and understand photographs. On one hand, the objective factuality behind a given image has been popularly dethroned; most people take for granted that photographs are only small slices in time aimed at a narrow field from a single perspective and mind frame. Although internalized, it seems that even deeper within the collective gut still lives the weird little feeling that - still - there is an objective truth being represented in an image. People don't seem to mind if a photograph makes them more beautiful than they really might be, but cringe when faced with the opposite. People don't tend to object if a photograph skews a memory into one that is preferred. And as we know, photos can become stronger than memories, coloring and shaping them. The picture becomes an unchanging reference point as our recollections slowly dim. If we gain much of our own identity through our own memories, that means that photographs - to at least some degree - have the power to alter who we think we are and were. I am often amazed at how easy it is for a bias, a world view, to be spread by the process of selection. For example, although just about every club has a vastly disproportionate male/female ratio, photographs produced from these events would lead one to believe otherwise. It's the "chicks equal rockin' party" bias. Look at any photo set and count how many times a female is the focalpoint. These sets distort reality in a way that is obvious, but what about the biases that aren't so? I don't post every photo I take. (Some people do, but I mostly put that down to laziness rather than a desire to be more objective.) It's been a matter of personal discipline to pay a lot of attention to editing down, especially to ease the suffering of viewers who might otherwise be met with blurry swarms of photographs and hordes of repetitions. However, as a goal, I attempt to represent - through 50-odd photographic perspectives - a kind of summary or approximation for what I felt encompassed the "vibe" of the night. By doing so, I may be removing images that actually did represent the night but did not represent what I wanted the night to have meant. Take the following two pixel puddles: 

The first images was selected for the set. The other was eliminated and would never have made it to the glow of lcd screens if not for this particular digression. The photos are similar in composition and only a split-second apart, but the meanings are radically different. In the selected image, the focus is on camaraderie; the other takes on a sexual tinge (by freezing time, there is no way to know how long this hug lasted; it may have only been a moment, but the impression is that it could be lasting forever). If I was a club owner who wanted to portray a place as sexual dynamite or a pheremonal paradise (as many do), my selection would probably have been inverted. By examining both, the case could probably be made easily for my selection being the "truer" in representing the actual relationship of the two females, that they are indeed good friends and not overtly into one another. But does the trueness of their relationship reflect the truness of the party? The image was selected because it captures a rare, semi-intimate moment of joy between two people. Was the night completely filled with these kinds of moments as a viewer might be led to believe? I've heard people say that my photo sets made a dismal party appear "off the hook". So where is the truth? My desire to make impressive looking photo might bias the actuality of the party. If photographs aim to be some sort of documentary record (or even anthropological), these questions must constantly be asked. My set could have easily been shaped to give another impression. Any photo set anywhere is produced from the biases of the photographer and a reality - or a desire for a reality - that existed in their head. Labels: Clubs, Photos, Raves
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3.09.2008 |
Mindhum Corporation presents - Field of Dreams
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 This is insane, inane. I really have absolutely no time to write a writeup, or hiccup. Maybe I'll do one long after the fact. Maybe now! But not now. Now I'm getting caught in the endless eternal rhythm of writing exactly what my mind wishes my fingers to say. It's not anything but. And I think that perhaps I will never graduate past it. It's a gradation, the graduation. And on another note, I hate how some people want to extricate deliciousness from pathetic phonemic similarities. A professor asked today, in his mindless mundane way, what were the differences between individuality and individualism. I was working, so I couldn't snap off his nose, ears, and lips, but I wanted to say that the only real similarity was the coincidence of being spelled with many of the same letters. He went on to spread lies and total confusions. But that's what he's paid for. I get paid to observe politely as propagandists sink their claws into the stupid. Labels: Photos, Raves
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2.25.2008 |
Mindhum Corporation Presents - The Dionysius Festival at Eeeasy Street
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 There are photos of me! I really haven't had any new photos of myself for ever, but luckily a few commandeered the camera from my hands and went shooting mad: John-John, Penelope, and Molly. Thanks to Jen for fixing me up with some rocking hair, and Savers for the raw materials. I was slightly sick at the outset of this party, but I decided that I would try to beat it with my own energy. So I partied it up, passed out a little after 7:00, and really felt my mind was stronger than the little bacterial colony that is my body. It turns out that the brain is only good at tricking itself from the pains of reality for so long. I slept all day yesterday and today I've slept more. So that's why I am done typing. What I've got so far was hard enough. The end. Labels: Photos, Raves
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2.17.2008 |
Luv2k+8 - Raytraced Prod. - Saltair
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 Photographs tame the memory. They solidify a space which was much more vibrant. First of all, they are such scattered instants, selected for compositional clarity, color aesthetics, and pyrotechnical wow. On one level, the photographs are so far removed from the experience that they lose any connection with what they might mean to be "documentary." Sometimes the camera clicker wants to represent that moment that happens so often when glancing around, things fall into place, and some image just gets burned into the brain. Most aren't frantically searching to encapsulate the eyelash flash, and so the scattered assortment of accidents and unintention that are produced feature a drive alien to the motivations of others. But maybe that's good. There is no unified objective, after all. The removal from that sort of intent could perhaps do something else. If it is not possible to catch what is in the internal subjectivity, then some sort of real truth might arise, might bubble up from the void. Intent does, in a way, destroy the documentary function of photography. But then it comes down to selection, searching for secrets in the faces of all these strangers - and friends; looking for disparities and contrast; finding stories that might never have been; selecting for what was mentioned above, composition, color, and light; all of which bringing personal opinion, a personal aesthetic, back to mix. Some avoid this problem and post every photograph taken during the night. It doesn't eradicate the problem, though. Every time you snap you select. Videographers only have to deal with the subjectivity of aim. They don't have to worry, until editing at least, about preferences of time. Labels: Photos, Raves
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2.03.2008 |
Back to School Prom - Rave - Mindhum Corporation
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 One of the more vital elements of rave culture lies in the way it transforms space. The most hotly sought areas have always been warehouses, shopping malls, old churches, and other arenas that, and here is the important word, obviously serve other masters in the light of day. These are the parties that are remembered. And it distinguishes raves from clubs. Ravers feel a bit dismal at clubs because, come on, they were built for the purpose of dancing. There's nothing revolutionary there. The quality of a party can be in some sense determined by how far from the original use of space a production company can go. Obtaining and transforming space is the essence of the scene. The first photograph in the series necessitates close examination. It begins the metamorphosis of what could be passed by easily as a place other than a greasy patch for parking cars. As the series progresses, the garage converts more thoroughly into something else, is pushed further and further from its original state. Flags become anti-props. Brooms are still-reeling implements of transition. An illusion of sophistication sets in - which illustrates the plasticity of the term. The costumes contrast with and create a new reality. Energy rises. And, eventually the original scene is forgotten entirely; some never knew it. And thus, the butterfly emerges. But that is not all. Every rave is refreshed by exit. Cinderella is seen for her cinders again. After it is all over, people leave through garage doors and glance back on that which holds back the paradox inside: black, corroded steel, bruised brick, and a faded sign that reads a yellow page appeal. The secret is safe. Labels: Photos, Raves
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11.21.2007 |
The Porn Star Ball
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I've been going to pumped-up amplified and filled to the point of bursting parties lately, and so the rave last night was a nice break. There was room to dance, room to move, room to get around. Big parties are intense but I would say that the Porn Star Ball was perfect if you wanted to dance and have fun without exploding your 5-senses. I took a bunch of pictures but, sadly, feel I was left with mediocrity. But please, judge for yourself:  Labels: Photos, Raves
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10.30.2007 |
Get Freaky - V2 Productions
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It's supposedly " suicide tuesday" but I finally have the energy to lift photos to online status. How's that for ironic. How's that for throwing off the statistics. No suicide for me! Oh wait, that's drug related, not simply exhaustion related.  The party really was good enough to almost erase all memory of the god awful line. I got there at 9:00 and waited patiently in line with everybody else. Except it seems that not everybody else was waiting as patiently as I and the group I was with. Two hours later the line behind was shorter and the line in front simply got more and more dense. We decided we had to be assholes ourselves and push and shove, using force to get what we wanted. I hate doing that but anger motivates in interesting ways. I hate the sexism that was shown by allowing women to get in first. I don't care about any justifications due to exposure from skimpiness or whatever: people are people. I also hated the way we were treated as subhuman herd animals by the video crew who thought that they could make the line look like they were having a blast and get a few seconds of video by yelling "Geeeet Freeaaaky!" The line WAS responsive but I have one thing to say: video people, you are not getting objective video if you are manipulating your subjects. It means your results have only dishonest, inflated representations of what the experience was really all about. Think about it. What are you really trying to create? But once inside, the party met every expectation. I love the intensity, the noise, the over-stimulation. There's never a dull moment if you keep your eyes open and your brain ready. I could not have done the photos without the lighting assistance of a very psycho cowboy named Justin. Here you go:  Other people's photos (OPP!) Brit EllsberyFeffEric HamiltonLabels: Photos, Raves
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9.24.2007 |
Kandy Land - Vandal Productions
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Attending raves is a bit like russian roulette: never dull and every now and then it blows your brains out. My consciousness exploded and I was transmitted to a time when raves were bad-ass, underground, dirty warehouse affairs. We all joined together in a place that must have previously housed artillery shells, large stacks of tires, or paperclips. Now, I tend to crawl around on the walls regularly at these parties, so I can tell you that I met veritable dust waterfalls--a rave grime necessity--every time I clamped on a light. I was shooting with two broken lenses and by the end of the night one had whithered dramatically; the front element was dancing precariously and springs were shooting out of it. I guess the party was that intense. Anyhow, I really don't know what thrills me so much about a warehouse (in this case, a art installation of a crashed UFO helped enhance the mood). I think I like the idea that people are dancing in a bombed out post-apocalyptic country, invisible to political elements, police squadrons, and mormons (now now - the mormons are cute and adorable, but, they say it's chic to plunge in a good-natured knife every now and then). So, I've got to summarize my thoughts into a sentence: It was a combination-ak47-uzi-laser-radar-triple-barreled-heat-seeking shotgun of a party (that aliens had crashed into). I don't even care if it's an illusion and we didn't REALLY zoom to another country, I just like to be able to make believe. It's proof of extraterrestials regardless! If you don't believe me, look at what the camera captured (and bear in mind that I had two broken lenses that could not change their focus):  Labels: Photos, Raves
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7.08.2007 |
Sequence Seven
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I guess it's only human to love the trivialities of number worship. I really can't get over the fact that I love the extra oomph that underlies a party that occurs on July seventh, 2007. There won't be another 07-07-07 for one hundred years, minus a day, and so this is the only one I'll ever see. And that makes it all the more poignant. However, on this day, the rather dull 07-08-2007, I have a deadening wine headache, so I'll leave you with a simple batch of photos from the party, Sequence Seven.  Other people's pictures (OPP, yea you know...): .nicole, Yenn, psychoanalyst, ambeestar, kenny. These photos are off-site so if they go down it's not my fault. Today they may be cheap reflections of yesterday but soon enough they will be inaccesable nostalgia. Lemme know if I've missed anybody's. Labels: Photos, Raves
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5.13.2007 |
Rave photos from Evolution
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Photographicas from the silt saturated saltair on saturday (which also happens to be yesterday) can enable viewers to kill five minutes of their sunday (or monday, or the other five days of the week if they happen to be viewing this message non-punctually). Some of the photos contain meaning; others are completely vapid. It is up to you to decide, you splendid sado-optimists. Here is the alphasymbolinumeric codephrase: http://john-riley.net/sets/'07.05.13-evolution_saltair/index.htmlOr, if that seems ungainly, you can use any of the following tinyurls to get you to the EXACT SAME PAGE. How freaking dumbly redundant. http://tinyurl.com/38s8kphttp://tinyurl.com/36qauhhttp://tinyurl.com/3cp9bwThe party was actually quite an amazing collaboration of many different production companies. Reading the flyer, we have V2 Events, Exile Events, Knukledeep Studios, Zu Audio, Nightdroppin, Vandal Productions, the Pink House (yay!), Fevah Records, Street Def Entertainment, Aural Fixations, DJ Support Group of Utah, and ATTATUDE TATTOO. So, the main room was in Saltair's huge inside arena, and each of the production companies had their own tent with their own decorations, dj lineups, and sound systems. I think there were at least eight booths outside. They were all competing like mad to get as many people packed in their booths as possible. Hint: Next time one production company should go for a slightly different genre, like say, ambient. You would have gotten an incredible crowd because there was no place to chill out and have a conversation. Every room was trying to out-do every other room. It was madness. Fun madness, but come on, a chill room is a good idea if there's even more than 2 rooms.  Other's Evolution photos: Taylor's and Yenn's. Labels: Photos, Raves
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3.18.2007 |
Get Lucky : V2 Productions
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 Within the above link are 95 moments of history FROZEN in time, in jpg format. Those within will not age nor whither with time. Quite the opposite: as new monitors are developed, they may look even BETTER in the future. Your soul may be stole, but YOUR BODY is immortalized. Great party. I had a blast. I shot more than I usually do. I couldn't stop taking pictures of Jazzy (the dancer with the hula hoop). Pardon my repetitousness. She was smokin'! Lists of other things of interest: crowd-surfing djs (I missed the photo, though) a 6-fingered manvery furry furrysUm.. I started this list thinking a list would be easy to think of, but I guess that raves are raves (even while in a club!). You go to a few and stuff like puking girls, humping mounds of people, dazzling light, very close to naked very young-looking girls, and pounding sound are pretty much the norm. Hmm. Labels: Photos, Raves
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3.12.2007 |
Asylum: Exile and Knuckledeep productions
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 Whoa, a weird dialogue box came up when my thumbnail automator came up... but chance is the dance you use to your own advantage. I like it. If only I could program my computer to add random weirdnesses to pictures that would be aesthetically pleasing. Anyway, these are photos from the party Asylum. I didn't get many. 20 piddly pics. A piece of equipment was stolen in the first 10 minutes I was there. I frantically searched for the first hour, and then resigned myself to shooting with one flash. The party was rockin', though. They had the oddest looking speaker system in the main room. Odd-o-gog. Labels: Photos, Raves
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2.11.2007 |
Luv2K+7 at Saltair
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Well, the Salt Lake rave scene showed it's strength last night. Two Valentine's Day parties were thrown in one night and were both successful (although the drama that surrounds such actions is not something I like to see or I'd like to go into). I attended Raytraced Production's LUV2K+7 party, and Saltair was bursting with more people than I've ever seen. The second outside stage, within a geodesic dome, was warm and energetic despite the elements drizzling continually down and turning any outside travel a mud sloshing adventure. Great show! Regarding the photos: Despite some intense technical difficulties and inexpressable frustration at my equipment (isn't it always the case), I got a few images that weren't simply motion blurs and glow trails. I bring you, LUV2K pics:  Labels: Photos, Raves
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11.13.2006 |
Infected Mushroom in SLC
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 Click the image above for Infected Mushroom show photos in SLC. The show was off the hook: my arms are sore from relentlessly, joyously trying to punch the air above my head, I can barely walk, and going down stairs hurts. Unfortunately, their contract stated that photos weren't allowed during the set, so the shots above represent build and anticipation.  For people who read this site for information on how to light and photograph raves, shows, and clubs, I've had a few thought that I wanted to share. Photographing this show was unusually challenging, and so I've been thinking about how to get better results in similar situations. The problem with the Infected Show was that the fog machines were just pump-pump-pumping non stop. When there is that much fog, it interferes with light from any direction and destroys contrast. Usually there are down-time moments when the fog lifts and good, clear shots can be made. Fog itself generally is both a bane and a boon because, although it makes the lighting look great, it's hard to see people. If anyone has come back from a party with a roll full of white clouds, you know what I mean. A decent way to reduce the effects of smoke or fog is to light subjects from the side. Using an on-camera flash shows every foggy particle and is why most rave and club photos are simply ruined by its blatant visibility. Light bounces off fog microdust and straight back into the camera, so you SEE every particle. From the side, only a sliver of the surface area is reflected back into the lens. You wouldn't want to backlight, either, as that would create a halo around each fog particle, creating contrast destruction much like a frontally lit image. An interesting photo usually provides many different details about an environment: texture, atmosphere, lighting, detail, and contrast, as well as emotion and subject matter. What fog can do is give the idea of a thick atmosphere as well as bring out vibrancy in the lights. So, it would be very useful to be able to compose an image so that fog is located in less interesting areas but is out of the way of any photographic subjects that you want. If you look at the following picture, you can see that the haze is there but subjects still are visible.  My second thought relates to the strobe setup I'm using. An 'advantageous' side-effect of using the very piss-poor st-e2 wireless transmitter is that one is constantly flirting with “ the happy accident.” What I'm saying is that quite often what is in my head and what would make a perfect photograph is ruined by one of the external strobes failing to trigger. But take this image:  In a perfect world I would have wanted the foreground lit. But, the strobe didn't fire, so I got, accidentally, some interesting silhouettes. I know that this image isn't by any stretch perfect, but it's given me some ideas on how to bring the ideas of silhouette and form into the photographic piece. It seems that interesting hairstyles and shapes could be used to frame a lit subject area, and also create a kind of interaction. So anyway, silhouette framing seems like it might have some potential. I'd encourage anyone to give it a shot. Labels: Photos, Raves
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10.29.2006 |
Get Freaky - Halloween
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 Last night was incredibly difficult to get photographs. Getting from one room to another took 20 minutes and when you got there, you still couldn't move. So this set of images may bore the hell out of you, but let's not be so reactionary! All the images have secrets inside. There are interactions, stories, relations, and emotions inside each one. Just look! I'm especially interested in a few images that I felt might be a little 'deeper.' I would love to know what you can interpret out of these two:  Oh, and I apologize that I got so many of the same group of people at the end. I try to get many different people and areas so that the images don't start to repeat ideas, but they seriously had some style and costuming and dancing abilities! So dance dance dance everyone! Dance like mad! Labels: Photos, Raves
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8.07.2006 |
More Versus 2.5 pics
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8.06.2006 |
Versus 2.5
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 First of all, let me say that these pictures do not show this party justice whatsoever. Versus 2.5 was probably the most phenomenal collaboration between mother nature and human being in the production of memory. This party was held outdoors during the biggest lightning storm that I've seen in my life, and probably the closest I've been to one as well. When I looked up, and saw a flash that was only a dot, that means that the lightning bolt was traveling straight at me. And then there was the spider web lighting that seemed to shoot at the party in a myriad of light. Sadly, I'm not very good at capturing lightning, although I did try. But just think, an amazing light show compounded with a sky constantly glowing with all colors of lighting. The most common variant I saw was actually purple! You would see a huge purple glow and flash. And then it became orange. Don't forget the torrential downpour that soaked everyone in about two minutes, elictrified the mixers, whirled tarps off and away, and had the whole rave crowd pounding on doors to get into what had just previously been a UFC fight at saltair (the location was double-booked). Luckily we were able to find refuge for a few minutes, and then out into the night again. The lights went on, and the pounding of the rain switched to the pounding of bodies and feet--and a night to remember. Labels: Photos, Raves
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7.10.2006 |
Sequence VI
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 Here we have photos from the latest chapter in Utah Rave history. The only catch is that this one was secretly in Nevada. I guess that we were not welcome, because it seems that Wendover pooled its resources together and carved in the sand where we exited to the rave location, "Go Home, Ravers." Anyway, another night of what the excesses of America can produce. We screw over other countries for the ability to be slovenly and narcissistic in the night. Thank you George W., thank you casinos. We are all human beings ruining the planet earth in our own ways! Really though, it was a little discraceful, as it always is, when large amounts of human beings congregate onto virgin earth. However, those hoity-toities in their cities (like myself) have got to realize that the landfill is essentially the same thing. The only problem people have with trash (or bloody, shitty toilet paper) is if they have to look at it. We sure do hate to see how disgusting we are, and so we've invented some pretty complicated systems for removing the post-packaged excrements and pre-packaged wrappings. News articles: ElkodailyDeseret NewsLabels: Photos, Raves
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