11-01-2015, 04:46 PM
Halloween 2015
Now I wasn't going to go to this, but the list was so light, that Rm cajoled me. I said I'd do it if I could get a ride, and they tried to hook me up with someone from San Jose, but I said 'no, gotta be from my bungalow doorstep and back.' But I tapped one of my Cruz partners in crime who was game.
Word got out about the bad red molly and things were relatively quiet for Rm. Mostly sleepy drunks, a k-hole (but that was short and containable), not nearly the vomitorium of the previous night. I was really disappointed that there wasn't costuming at Rm. I wore my yoda cap and glow-in-the-dark Twilight Zone T. Another murse friend busted out his crazy century-old suede lederhosen-like shorts and giraffe socks. No one else broke uniform, even though it was totally allowed. We were distributing these condoms that had little cardboard mustaches that you could punch out from the box that a few people started wearing until I asked "you sure those are supposed to be mustaches?' I regret discouraging them because I just wanted to mess with them.
I was disappointed with the edm costumes too. There is always a lot of cosplay at edms; halloween brought just a little more. But all the costumes were store-bought, or perhaps web-bought is better for this generation (the mean age was between 1/3 and 1/2 of mine). They had pre-fab costumes with little depth. No political commentary, which I've always felt was an important element of masking. No soul. Lots of scantily-clad youngens. Beaded masks, odd t-shirts, no creativity. Lots of really stupid shallow costumes. edm is so shallow though - I'm not sure why I hoped for more.
Fortunately, an old friend who works for the venue took me and my accomplice to some very secret hiding spots in bgc. Been working there for nearly 3 decades and one of which was the first time I ever even knew this sacred nook existed. Very cool. Also spent a fair amount of time backstage and on level 3, which is restricted for BGC staff.
Again, of the 8 djs, it was mostly boots&pants&boots&pants&boots&pants. There was an early one that was dropping a lot of odd vintage rhythms - Eurythmics, Queen - but I don't know who that was. Will Sparks was the first one to catch my attention, mostly because he went for halloween imagery, like scenes from Nosferatu and the boat scene speech from Willy Wonka (original version: Gene Wilder at his manic best). Nicky Romero was recommended to me, but he was just cheezy pop. 7 Lions closed, and that was my fav of both nights as it was the most dub step.
Now I'm spent for Dia de los Muertos - got in after 3AM both nights. S is working all day and T is struggling with her heap o' homework as she and her friends did Seabright trick o' treatin, then watched the first episode of Star Wars because one of their classmates had never seen the prequel series and T and another classmate are huge Star Wars nerds. The other classmate has several saberforge lightsabers and wanted to duel me, but I said I was too spent and retold him the tale of how our SJSU team liked to competed when hungover because it made us cranky and quick to end the bouts. I'm also afraid of breaking one of those because I've broken so many lightsabers in my life.
Now I wasn't going to go to this, but the list was so light, that Rm cajoled me. I said I'd do it if I could get a ride, and they tried to hook me up with someone from San Jose, but I said 'no, gotta be from my bungalow doorstep and back.' But I tapped one of my Cruz partners in crime who was game.
Word got out about the bad red molly and things were relatively quiet for Rm. Mostly sleepy drunks, a k-hole (but that was short and containable), not nearly the vomitorium of the previous night. I was really disappointed that there wasn't costuming at Rm. I wore my yoda cap and glow-in-the-dark Twilight Zone T. Another murse friend busted out his crazy century-old suede lederhosen-like shorts and giraffe socks. No one else broke uniform, even though it was totally allowed. We were distributing these condoms that had little cardboard mustaches that you could punch out from the box that a few people started wearing until I asked "you sure those are supposed to be mustaches?' I regret discouraging them because I just wanted to mess with them.
I was disappointed with the edm costumes too. There is always a lot of cosplay at edms; halloween brought just a little more. But all the costumes were store-bought, or perhaps web-bought is better for this generation (the mean age was between 1/3 and 1/2 of mine). They had pre-fab costumes with little depth. No political commentary, which I've always felt was an important element of masking. No soul. Lots of scantily-clad youngens. Beaded masks, odd t-shirts, no creativity. Lots of really stupid shallow costumes. edm is so shallow though - I'm not sure why I hoped for more.
Fortunately, an old friend who works for the venue took me and my accomplice to some very secret hiding spots in bgc. Been working there for nearly 3 decades and one of which was the first time I ever even knew this sacred nook existed. Very cool. Also spent a fair amount of time backstage and on level 3, which is restricted for BGC staff.
Again, of the 8 djs, it was mostly boots&pants&boots&pants&boots&pants. There was an early one that was dropping a lot of odd vintage rhythms - Eurythmics, Queen - but I don't know who that was. Will Sparks was the first one to catch my attention, mostly because he went for halloween imagery, like scenes from Nosferatu and the boat scene speech from Willy Wonka (original version: Gene Wilder at his manic best). Nicky Romero was recommended to me, but he was just cheezy pop. 7 Lions closed, and that was my fav of both nights as it was the most dub step.
Now I'm spent for Dia de los Muertos - got in after 3AM both nights. S is working all day and T is struggling with her heap o' homework as she and her friends did Seabright trick o' treatin, then watched the first episode of Star Wars because one of their classmates had never seen the prequel series and T and another classmate are huge Star Wars nerds. The other classmate has several saberforge lightsabers and wanted to duel me, but I said I was too spent and retold him the tale of how our SJSU team liked to competed when hungover because it made us cranky and quick to end the bouts. I'm also afraid of breaking one of those because I've broken so many lightsabers in my life.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse