Remember when

That one night in Austin that lead to the day into the next,

out by boulders in zilkler park sitting in the shade drinking rum and lemonade.

we danced back then we made it a practice to come together as a community and dance, all of us from different backgrounds unified in our love of nighttime dance and its cosmic romance.

Raving for hours, downtempo backrooms bumps of coke or K, all sorts of candy, it was a children's playtime a free your soul time and we were wide and wild awake.

So many of us from broken homes disfuntiontional divisional, we found each other broken into pieces and we put each other back together again.

Those days of acid jazz and haze, where free love flowed wherever xtasy flowed there was something we found that helped us grow, house music all night long, we changed we learned what true love was, we found the courage to become betterpeople, splendid unique dancers, lovers, humanitarians, activists and now in the days we carry forth to be the wise elders.

The early 90’s was a special time, it came after the very horrid Reagan/Bush years, but from that level of oppression, the plauge in my community at the time, from the oppression you saw diverse communities grow through dance, people came together all over the country to dance to bring back the light community involvement participating in our parks going to the events happened blues fests reggae fest arts fairs, community true culture building was happening.

Something got lost along the way maybe it was the end of the era Raving in dim lit meat locker warehouses, smokes stacks, street parties we had turned into massives, convention halls, rodeos, ancient forests, and fields, overlooking gorges and waterfalls, our culture soothsayers for gia, saviors for the modern day, oracles evolved, a sideshow in Vegas, Burning man and the events its inspired are building that currant community but we are all so cyber now in these days of covid19, the diversity of voices waxes and wanes, I wonder are we building our anarchist Utopia or are we indulging in too much individuality to get anything done, I admit my laziness, caused by heartache and sadness but still I have skills and to share, to help those who want to wake up and become revolutionary aware, I’m here, I’m here.