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    • Izzy_Indigo
      By Izzy_Indigo in In The Midnight Lands
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      THE BASS dropped. The strobes detonated.
      Chaos.
      Bang. Flash. Bang. Flash. Bang ban b b b b bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb.
      The track soared, a wave standing tall. Everybody now dancing, peaking - DOOF - duda - DOOF - duda - DOOF - lights pulsing, pure white convulsing.
      The entire Trance Zone seared, thousands upon thousands flash frozen in euphoria under glittering slopes of rain: bent limbs and grins and grimaces and shrieks and howls and smirks and smooches and tears.
      The emotion of it all pounding into us, and in, and in, until wounded and mighty we were roaring at the top of our lungs. Roaring. Roaring. Our cry reaching up and out to traverse the zone until everywhere, everyone wailed. It was five to midnight and magic as nothing I'd ever experienced before.
      Slowly the track faded. The lights died. The hum of the crowd filled the void, until this too dissolved. Quiet. Wet. Then, a voice. Booming across the Zone.
      TEN,
      NINE,
      EIGHT,
      - We all took it up,
      SEVEN,
      SIX,
      FIVE,
      - Everybody yelling,
      FOUR,
      THREE,
      TWO,
      - Everyone ecstatic,
      ONE,
      - An eruption ripped through the cauldron,
      HAPPY NEW YEARS!
      We closed for back slaps and handshakes, we closed for hugs and kisses, we closed with friends and strangers alike, all family now. A conch shell echoed across the clearing. An undulating voice in Maori called the 2000s in. Fireworks exploded their tracery across the sky.
      Long and lasting, light-filled minutes.
      It was only after, after we'd tumbled down this supreme peak, that we realised crew were missing. Darius had lost his wards. Tim and Sandra were nowhere to be found. * * * *
      This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last. If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up. 

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    • Izzy_Indigo
      By Izzy_Indigo in In The Midnight Lands
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      BACK INTO a new track flooding the Zone,

      lush and muscular, layers upon layers, orchestral, upwelling. Those big speakers barking, my god, emotions sparking, this trance, everything on the up and up, everything on the move, and then - BOOM - the track exploded and we were gone, gone.
      Gone.
      Rushing for the first time - dancing, hollering, igniting - moving in whatever way took hold, in whatever manner best pleased. Nothing but us and the bassline now, on the Nirvana express, aeronauts launched a thousand feet straight up, down, sideways, catapulted away again.
      So few ways to express all us starvelings felt: the blaze of fraternity, empathy, love, compassion: the X transporting us to places we could never reach on our own.
      Timeless.
      Pure.
      Rare.
      Beautiful.
      Bliss.
      Then.
      Big Dan looming over me, yelling something in my ear.
      “Iz. . . y! . . . Pet . . . osed . . .  to  . . . hanie.” 
      “Whaat?”
      “Pete's . . . posed bro! They . . . ting married!”
      Dan spun me around; his wolfish grin filled my vision. A pause, I understood and we were in, all in to hug the happy couple. A group hug of twenty of us, jumping and shouting and hurtling still higher with the news.
      Evil Petes marrying Stephanie.
      A-haaaa, wicked!
      On, Up, Further we went, into the quaking pitch, into the rain and riot and cannonade of the Gods, avatars of freedom, bambinos of lightning, on and on and up and on and into some misty, mystic pinpoint of paradise.
      Something was coming; the trance had gone away. I gave my camcorder to Dan in the hope of capturing it; it died in the rain. In the space in between we trembled, arms around each other's shoulders and lit to our very tips. Our heads turned towards the flower towers where the petals peeled to reveal high-powered strobes . . .   * * * *   This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last. If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up. 

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    • Izzy_Indigo
      By Izzy_Indigo in In The Midnight Lands
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      11, EVERYBODY'S eyes on high beam, a bit rushy, a bit giggly,

      and we all agreed it was time to set out and begin our countdown to midnight.
      Into the plunging, drumming rain we went, heading for the whump, whump, whump of the Zone lighting up the dark in the distance, all oranges and purples, and looking like some sort of fantastical castle.
      Past the red roofed structure of the DnB Zone, past the Happy Hardcore and House tents, past the car-park-sized crater of the fire pit, a weak bonfire at its bottom, spitting, forging on,
      through the snarls of other wet wayfarers and into the growing roar, the slop and suck of our footsteps, our heads bent, our hands pocketed, until, just as a breakdown was beginning, as the bass was stripped and all was lulled and left strangely still, we reached the breathing, battered edge of the Zone.
      In we went. In until the crowd constricted, stopped and didn’t try to go further. I felt my feet sink. I wiped water from my face. I inhaled deep and deeper again.
      I got ready to let go.
      In the wild night, vast and violent, I could see Joseph and Darius in front, big Dan and Sam either side. Beyond, a dark carpet phosphorescent with lights and lasers, surging with excitement, brawling with desire, and unspooling to a remote robotic head glistening blue against black. In the yellow of its gaping mouth Baitercell was hard at work, deep in the mix; TV screens to either side swirled with visuals.
      There was a distinctive psssssshhhhhht.
      Darius also hard at work. Nitrous Oxide. He passed back a balloon round and full. I took it and widened my stance, gulped half its cold contents, held it for a second, blew it back, gulped it all. The world fell away. Sound pulsed: Whaaaa-Whaaaa-Whaaaa-Whaaaa-Whaaaa-Whaaaa. Big Dan propped me up.
      I was gone for a minute; I came back with a silly grin.
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    • Izzy_Indigo
      By Izzy_Indigo in In The Midnight Lands
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      MY FRIENDS and I were all together now, no longer scattered but together, invincible,

      all twenty of us at the height of our youthful powers, at the peak of our sharpness and coolness - me wearing my Jesters hat with real bells that jingled, my face covered in glitter - and waiting to begin the biggest night of our lives.
      All of us would roll. Some of us had not rolled before.
      Earlier in the day Joseph, Darius and I had discussed this and each of us would chaperone one of the newbies in Dan, Jacob and Tim. Our role to stay on their shoulder and amp them up, make sure they had a good time and avoided the usual rookie mistakes: teeth grinding, excessive water drinking, inappropriate stranger massaging.
      This part of dance scene law, the first-timer guide, like the passing on of accoutrements: gum, poppers, nos, chupa chups, tiger balm, glow sticks and glitter spray.
      10:30 and we all dropped - as subtly as twenty people putting little pills in their mouths and sharing bottles of water could. We then milled - milling being a big part of a group spangle - nobody ready to head out yet into the dark and dirty night blistering only a few feet away.
      There is a feeling of two hours to moon landing after you've dropped and before you get smiley, that eerie anticipation, the calm before the storm, of feeling pretty fucking good . . . soon, but not yet. For some this can even extend half a day before, their stomachs doing flip-flops, appetite dying away.
      During the come up you are want to act nonchalant, to give the impression of being in control of your shit to your friends, but sooner or later the question always comes - 
      "How you feeling?" I asked Joseph, sidling up next to him.
       (This to be followed by a close examination of how much you were or weren’t feeling.)
      "A bit of a kick," he replied. "Quite mellow though. You?"
      "Same."
      (This to be followed by speculation on the quality of the gear.)
      “You tried these before?”
      “Nah, but Darius told he’s had the purples. He reckons they’re real smooth on the way up and that you keep going” - Joseph’s hand marked out ascending levels - “up and up."
      (Then generally a pause as the backgrounds grow bright and you rock back and forth and you consider the mysterious inner transmutations about to burst forth - they better burst forth! Before a rinse and repeat with somebody new.)
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    • Izzy_Indigo
      By Izzy_Indigo in In The Midnight Lands
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      "9 O'CLOCK check in boys, a few words for our adoring audience please." I brought my camcorder to bear on Joseph and Tim.
      Joseph raised his arm in mock celebration. "It's 9 o’clock, it's New Years Eve 1999, and it's fucking pissing down."  
      "Fuck yeah!" Tim added climbing over Joseph. We collapsed in hysterics. It couldn't be denied, it was fucking pissing down.
      The rain had been bad throughout the day but ever since the night it had turned torrential. Where we sheltered, beyond the light of the food tent, a silvery curtain wetly slapped at the saturated at the saturated ground.
      And this the bigger problem, for the sheer amount of water that had fallen, combined with the poor drainage and the enthusiastic dancing of the thousands of Gatherers who had accepted the weather and sallied forth, had turned many areas into muddy bogs, especially the Trance Zone. 
      In some places it was now calf deep and spreading, eating up the grass like erosion, like flesh eating bacteria.
      A quagmire, actually, with most having given up the fight to stay clean, people sitting down to make mud castles or practice swan dives, even break-dance in it. And the water pooling, many a tent now periscoping out of scummy ponds, and of course, the kicker, ever since the unseen sun had set, bitterly cold.
      It was surreal, horrible, the worst of all possible luck, and yet . . . and yet . . . I was having the time of my life. The location, the open air, the good - the great - companions, the DJ’s, the sets, the sound systems, the dance arenas, the drugs, the artwork, the performance artists, the other Gatherers, it was all melding into an exceptional atmosphere of solidarity, and nothing could break us or our determination to see out the millennium in style.
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      If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up. 

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