fun fun fun fest

marked bien sur by loads of fun, fun, fun:

1. several of my hardcore punk dreams coming true! from vinyl to live - in person..it may have taken decades, dammit, but there i was, and there they were -- d.o.a., cro-mags and bad brains!

2. bandanas! ok, people, admittedly a tad dusty, but honestly, let's not exaggerrate! i saw y'all smoking your ciggies and porros, but then covering your faces so as not to inhale any dust particles whatsoever!

3. the utter bizarreness of moving from d.o.a.'s hardcore intensity, bodies flying through the air, to les rave-party mixes of franki chan on a neighboring stage...i found myself zoned out, in a quasi-stupor-trance within minutes...but snapped back for cro-mags!

4. cazadores and fresca! so light and refreshing

5. spinach and garlic slices from the parlor

6. d.o.a.!

more fun fun fun, please!

soulagement

felt 'round the world. still sense it today, two days post.

ventured out to view the results stream in on a big-screen on the covered terrace of a local pub. cheers erupting as states were called. boos for states lost, including texas. later, honking horns of cars passing by. we honked our horn as well, driving home, windows down, manu's "politik kills" blaring, taos co-op kids on the roof, chanting "obama," passers-by (pedestrian, motorists, cyclsits, etc.) flashing the peace signpeace sign, more horns honking.

yes, tuesday nite felt good.

ce que j'aime...

a propos des massages:

letting go. evacuating toxins from my tissues. succumbing to the work, melting into it. the sensation of being transported to a quasi-euphoric altered state. barely capable of flexing my arms, just enough to reach the steering wheel for the drive home. entranced by denia, lost in its rhythms.

ce que j'aimerais...
to live like that, to feel that sensation daily.