I gotta say…
I’m still vibing from what happened this weekend.
A beautiful/intense celebration of Scorpio birthdays with some of our closest friends…
Which (of course) includes a bunch of bad-ass musicians.
And I mean: *bad-ass* musicians.
Many of which brought their instruments and threw down in an unleashed, uninhibited, soul-liberating, fire-breathing jam session. Fire; as if life was traumatizing us on the daily and we needed to unleash our demons and heal our souls in one single breath/night.
Members of Dendrites, Roka Hueka, Pink Hawks, Mocochetes, all just THROWING THE FUCK DOWN with whatever the fuck came together. Testing and experimenting all the theories, muscle memories, speeds, rhythms, melodies, jingles, and styles that came to mind… No apologies for anything… There were no “wrong notes”.
It’s no exaggeration to say that I’ve never thrown down quite like that before. It’s as if life was added to me. Life that’ll endure past the current space suit I’m wearing and serve as my fuel and soundtrack for space travel…
…that’s how I’m seeing all this. Music provides the sounds and spirits that’ll accompany us after all this.
…and this weekend was fire.