Stuffs
It hits me, my head spins and my stomach turns. I panic, I twist. There's only one thing right now that's made me feel this way, like my insides are going to spill out and my head is going to explode. Anxiety, but more like anticipation. No, not my play... Shambhala.
It struck me again that Shambhala is proof to the theory of music being my existence. And every year, I get to enter into the Garden of Eden. It's like a near death experience: once you go there, you never want to be anywhere else.
Just look at the fucking SCHEDULE
--Navi's B-Day--
Mike Relm (best turntablist in the world bar none)
Secret Special Guest (due to be MASSSIVE)
The Freestylers (lords of Breakbeat)
--Chris/Erin's B-Day--
Audio Architect (Phat Local Sound)
Michelle Bass (A new favourite)
Bassnectar (The god of the hippies)
Hive (Inventor of Tech-step, I believe you've heard of him)
--Sunday--
LATEEF the Truthspeaker
Bassnectar (ENCORE)
The Freestylers (ENCORE)
Mike Relm (motherfuckin' ENCORE)
David Starfire (immense)
Amanda Rude (SPEEEDGARAGE!!!)
and that's just a few of them.
Currently Listening To: Michelle Bass - Ethereal SLUT (beautiful big-funky-electro-acid-glitch-nu-breaks)