Twistedharmonics
Rising Star
The following text is a complete fabrication. Any similarity to a work of fiction is a fallacy.
Tonight he would be alone his partner and true love was sleeping, a strong trip the night befor had made the worse of her along with a bad case of disorientation. The previous nights events had left her fatigued and resting in the car.
After imbibing various substances (namely 2 doses of lsd and a transformers stamped pill) he started to notice the world was a little different. Not just the colors and patterns but it really felt different. All of a sudden he found himself alone and unknown in a field of 33333 people, an unusual sensation this anonymity but here it was welcome.
Finding himself friendless and almost alone he became aware of being aware, also he was becoming increasingly aware he was performing or at least it felt as though his body was. Off he went into the night regardless.... allegedly there was a real party somewhere on the playing field and there would be techno! (n.b. hes not a psytrance fan, its too fast, often discombobulated and why all the alien sounds?) Unfortunately the biggest nastiest soundsystem he had ever laid his eye on had disturbed his rest for the past 2 nights!
Having ventured out a little early the stage was not quite set for the experience, his mind made a detour setting a side quest - build a joint. It rapidly became clear that tonight no one was helping him and the harder he tried to find the requisite items the more unusual the results of his quests.
for example repeated polite requests for papers yielded only cigarettes and nobody had any rolling tobacco. Timing
*SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* whompa whompa neeeeeerreeerr dddkdkdkkdkkd..... he found himself entangled in the dance floor, losing concentration he was easily distracted from the prize but which way was out? attempting to dance was almost impossible and the closer he came to the soundsystem the further away it seemed, hiding behind mirrors and then smoke. Ok he thought lets try dancing, finding his concentration again he started to hear the music but there was clearly something missing: "Where the F*ck has the bass gone?" He decided the party was clearly not here and exited the magnificent construction. For now he was clear but it was this hurdle his partner had fallen at the night before.
Onwards and upwards - or not.
The drugs didn't seem to have their usual affects, the acid gave the world a very real look but the patterns and waves were absent, mentally it was there but with no feeling in his body. The same could be said of the pill he consumed over an hour ago, he didn't feel up leading him to believe it was bunk. Returning back to the car he awoke his partner and attempted to go to sleep too. it was difficult and the soundsystem didn't help with this. Once again he left through the gate with the same smiley staff who always checked his wrist band. it was then on through the hesian fencing and into the arena.
Feeling a little powerless he struggled to ask for what he needed and when he finally found it people were unwilling to share. It was beginning to seem as though the whole world was against him or worse simply mocking him, where he made what he thought were mistakes people seemed to point or laugh at him. Every now and then it would seem some of these people were even actively making his life more difficult; If only he knew what was to happen next.
Having accomplished his mission of finding some tobacco and papers and the now more complicated task of sticking 3 together and crumbling the dark but good hashish into the making he came upon a swingset with the most marvelous set of wings.
As he sat and smoked the more subtle construction of the eye stage in front of him was beginning to soundcheck. Following a brief exchange with a fellow on the swings he decided to venture in, the preliminary sounding was good and there were a few knowing smiles on the way in. For some reason he then exited stage left wondering off into the dark, his earthly desires were driving him and he needed to water the plants. Little did he know he was being gently steered into the experience of a lifetime.
Upon returning to the stage he felt a sense of anticipation, the music was just beginning to grow louder as the sound tech pushed the power up. He began to dance and it seemed as though someone just winked at him. As he relaxed into his groove he became aware of a certain resistance when he moved his body past it, careful sensing and with concentration and his eyes closed it allowed him to lock into the movements making unusual stretches out of time with the music. Initially he stretched his arms towards his toes with his legs straight first left, then right finally backwards. As he completed these movements he began to feel his muscles stretching all down his spine and into his toes. This felt amazing.
What followed next was a more complicated operation requiring him to rotate his arms and shoulders parallel behind him while keeping everything below straight. His hands seemed to splay apart of their own accord but again with concentration the movement was complete. Upon bringing his hands in front and beginning to repeat the movement he became aware of a presence someone brought his hands closer together pushing them onto the movement and when he opened his eyes in surprise was met by a big smile.
The final movement was a long stretch to the floor completing with his forehead resting on the sand in front of him. Coming round from his perceived trance he became aware of a sensation of weight in his fingertips and also a connection to the music, with concentration it was good and it appeared that by manipulating his hands he could manipulate the music. Finding the right motions he discovered the sound had many different layers and by moving his hands up and down the center line of his body in a manner somewhat similar to scratching records it could be played as with any other instrument.
Upon closing his eyes he began to see and feel energy flowing from his hands into the space surrounding him flowing from the end of his finger tips as he moved them in-front of him the distraction of the brilliance caused him to lose his concentration on the music causing the sound to deteriorate. Feeling fatigued from all the new revelations and now very aware of his bodys needs and his severe dehydration.
So began the quest for water.
Being dark it was difficult to locate a tap, and with no money or tickets in his pocket he couldn't use the services of the bars. It was during this conveyance he met a stranger who gave him a can containing only a sip of the coldest freshest beer on the site. He was extremely grateful for this bonus and found a tap and a bottle and soon had himself together.
After walking some time he came upon a man wielding the most extraordinary set of personal lighting equipment he had ever seen. Extending from his fingers were tendrils of light and by manipulating his hands he could make the light dance. Conversation revealed they were self made objects and an offer of experimentation with these was gratefully received. After a few quick pointers - mostly about avoiding the eyes with the fiber optic cables he was off with it, echoing the demonstration he found he too could make the lights dance.
More Soon :surprised
Tonight he would be alone his partner and true love was sleeping, a strong trip the night befor had made the worse of her along with a bad case of disorientation. The previous nights events had left her fatigued and resting in the car.
After imbibing various substances (namely 2 doses of lsd and a transformers stamped pill) he started to notice the world was a little different. Not just the colors and patterns but it really felt different. All of a sudden he found himself alone and unknown in a field of 33333 people, an unusual sensation this anonymity but here it was welcome.
Finding himself friendless and almost alone he became aware of being aware, also he was becoming increasingly aware he was performing or at least it felt as though his body was. Off he went into the night regardless.... allegedly there was a real party somewhere on the playing field and there would be techno! (n.b. hes not a psytrance fan, its too fast, often discombobulated and why all the alien sounds?) Unfortunately the biggest nastiest soundsystem he had ever laid his eye on had disturbed his rest for the past 2 nights!
Having ventured out a little early the stage was not quite set for the experience, his mind made a detour setting a side quest - build a joint. It rapidly became clear that tonight no one was helping him and the harder he tried to find the requisite items the more unusual the results of his quests.
for example repeated polite requests for papers yielded only cigarettes and nobody had any rolling tobacco. Timing
*SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* whompa whompa neeeeeerreeerr dddkdkdkkdkkd..... he found himself entangled in the dance floor, losing concentration he was easily distracted from the prize but which way was out? attempting to dance was almost impossible and the closer he came to the soundsystem the further away it seemed, hiding behind mirrors and then smoke. Ok he thought lets try dancing, finding his concentration again he started to hear the music but there was clearly something missing: "Where the F*ck has the bass gone?" He decided the party was clearly not here and exited the magnificent construction. For now he was clear but it was this hurdle his partner had fallen at the night before.
Onwards and upwards - or not.
The drugs didn't seem to have their usual affects, the acid gave the world a very real look but the patterns and waves were absent, mentally it was there but with no feeling in his body. The same could be said of the pill he consumed over an hour ago, he didn't feel up leading him to believe it was bunk. Returning back to the car he awoke his partner and attempted to go to sleep too. it was difficult and the soundsystem didn't help with this. Once again he left through the gate with the same smiley staff who always checked his wrist band. it was then on through the hesian fencing and into the arena.
Feeling a little powerless he struggled to ask for what he needed and when he finally found it people were unwilling to share. It was beginning to seem as though the whole world was against him or worse simply mocking him, where he made what he thought were mistakes people seemed to point or laugh at him. Every now and then it would seem some of these people were even actively making his life more difficult; If only he knew what was to happen next.
Having accomplished his mission of finding some tobacco and papers and the now more complicated task of sticking 3 together and crumbling the dark but good hashish into the making he came upon a swingset with the most marvelous set of wings.
As he sat and smoked the more subtle construction of the eye stage in front of him was beginning to soundcheck. Following a brief exchange with a fellow on the swings he decided to venture in, the preliminary sounding was good and there were a few knowing smiles on the way in. For some reason he then exited stage left wondering off into the dark, his earthly desires were driving him and he needed to water the plants. Little did he know he was being gently steered into the experience of a lifetime.
Upon returning to the stage he felt a sense of anticipation, the music was just beginning to grow louder as the sound tech pushed the power up. He began to dance and it seemed as though someone just winked at him. As he relaxed into his groove he became aware of a certain resistance when he moved his body past it, careful sensing and with concentration and his eyes closed it allowed him to lock into the movements making unusual stretches out of time with the music. Initially he stretched his arms towards his toes with his legs straight first left, then right finally backwards. As he completed these movements he began to feel his muscles stretching all down his spine and into his toes. This felt amazing.
What followed next was a more complicated operation requiring him to rotate his arms and shoulders parallel behind him while keeping everything below straight. His hands seemed to splay apart of their own accord but again with concentration the movement was complete. Upon bringing his hands in front and beginning to repeat the movement he became aware of a presence someone brought his hands closer together pushing them onto the movement and when he opened his eyes in surprise was met by a big smile.
The final movement was a long stretch to the floor completing with his forehead resting on the sand in front of him. Coming round from his perceived trance he became aware of a sensation of weight in his fingertips and also a connection to the music, with concentration it was good and it appeared that by manipulating his hands he could manipulate the music. Finding the right motions he discovered the sound had many different layers and by moving his hands up and down the center line of his body in a manner somewhat similar to scratching records it could be played as with any other instrument.
Upon closing his eyes he began to see and feel energy flowing from his hands into the space surrounding him flowing from the end of his finger tips as he moved them in-front of him the distraction of the brilliance caused him to lose his concentration on the music causing the sound to deteriorate. Feeling fatigued from all the new revelations and now very aware of his bodys needs and his severe dehydration.
So began the quest for water.
Being dark it was difficult to locate a tap, and with no money or tickets in his pocket he couldn't use the services of the bars. It was during this conveyance he met a stranger who gave him a can containing only a sip of the coldest freshest beer on the site. He was extremely grateful for this bonus and found a tap and a bottle and soon had himself together.
After walking some time he came upon a man wielding the most extraordinary set of personal lighting equipment he had ever seen. Extending from his fingers were tendrils of light and by manipulating his hands he could make the light dance. Conversation revealed they were self made objects and an offer of experimentation with these was gratefully received. After a few quick pointers - mostly about avoiding the eyes with the fiber optic cables he was off with it, echoing the demonstration he found he too could make the lights dance.
More Soon :surprised