A freak chain of events that unfolded in ways unexpected... it is funny the way the universe sets things up to work out, as if unseen hands guide us in ways we really need to go in…
It started out innocently enough… Kickin’ back on my lush brown corduroy couch, favourite bong in hand, 4ZZZ on the radio, and one of my favourite DJs selecting the tracks. I’ve loved electronic music since my first dance party when I was 15, in the middle of nowhere, under the stars, totally drug-free, and totally blissed on the vibe.
Times had changed, and I preferred to up the ante when partying nowadays — psychedelic drugs being my favourite — although I felt I needed amphetamines to get through a night of burnin’ up the dance floor. Anyway, my tale digresses…
Free tickets
So bong in hand, the DJ interrupts his tunes to announce a give-away. Two
tickets to the up coming “Beyond the Brain” party, at the Epicentre
(former whaling station) just outside Byron Bay.
Since it was about 3.00am at this point, I figured I’d have a good
chance of winning… It was 4ZZZ after all… Who else is listening
at that hour but lazy stoners??? I picked up the phone, and the DJ answered
(no receptionist here!) and said in a rather vague manner, “Yeah man,
you like won a double pass, but I gave it away to this dude Igor, but Igor
can’t go. Igor’s name’s on the door already though, so
all you gotta do is turn up and tell them at the door that you’re
Igor.”
Obviously as stoned as I was, the DJ congratulated me and hung up. I had basically no money, and no way of getting to Byron Bay by that coming Saturday, so I fell asleep, and promptly forgot about the whole thing, never really expecting to actually go through with the whole “Igor” deal. Sounded pretty dodgy anyway, right?
The following Saturday night (the night of the party) a friend popped in, and told us he was driving to Byron to visit his girlfriend that night. I promptly realised a unique opportunity! A ride to Byron is all I need, and the party will be on? I decided to run with it. I quickly co-opted my flatmate, snorted up about a gram of speed, grabbed a few trips and jumped in the car.
The ride begins
We arrived at Byron just as people were beginning to gather at the front of the Epicentre. I’d never seen anything like it as we walked up. I’d been to my fair share of parties, but these guys had decorated an entire building, lit it up with psychedelic projections, and created a giant dragon’s head, through which party participants entered.
I promptly ate two “black spade” trips, and sat back in the chill out space waiting for the ride to begin. In the chill space, I saw a wonderland I could have never imagined. Large blocks of ice hung from the ceiling, with small candles inside, creating ice lamps, which illuminated the indoor/outdoor room. Small fires were scattered around, encouraging socialising. Within about five minutes of sitting down, we felt like we had a new circle of friends.
Words cannot explain
We felt the LSD start to show its effects, and decided to head to the main floor. I’d heard stories of these Byron Bay parties, but what confronted me was nothing short of outstanding. The room was fitted out with a 3d sound system, with speakers in each corner. The industrial Goa Trance the DJs were playing swooped through the crowd, creating waves of energy, which moved the dance floor participants. In the centre of the dance floor was a one metre high engraved egg, representing birth and the primordial. In front, a five metre high clear plastic hand was wheeled out throughout the night, reaching up through the laser, which came from the huge Egyptian type pyramid.
There can be no words that can explain the events on the dance floor that night. The DJ took us on a journey through the dark night of the soul, and into the light of the new day. As the sun peeped in through cracks in the roof, the vibe lifted even higher. The crowd melted into one, we connected, communicated, felt, touched, loved and lived all together, on the dance floor. We were strangers at the beginning of the night, perhaps never to see each other again, but by the end of the night we felt like long-term friends — we had shared the most amazing experience together.
Who are the superstars?
By 9 am the next morning, my friend and I walked away as if we had ran a marathon. We had created magic with a bunch of strangers, through our shared intent, and our burning desire to have a bloody good time. In doing so, we connected on levels that people generally can’t connect on. It didn’t matter who you were, where you came from, what you wore, or anything else… All that mattered was that you were there, and you were into it with everyone else… Sharing the vibe, creating the party. It’s a shame people focus on “superstar” DJs, when we really know the true superstars are the ones on the dance floor. - C.
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