I’m so sorry for my flakiness, I don’t know how long I can keep apologising for my own faults. I’m so grateful that you put up with my crap and come back to read whatever it is I have to say. I only blog when I have a story to tell and I have been action-less of late but nonetheless, I’m here. I love you, honestly. Real love.
I have to talk to you about my Wireless experience. It was my first ever musical festival and honestly, I was frightened about it. I didn’t know what could possibly happen, it seemed so daunting. It’s one thing to go to a concert as that’s more controlled and everyone there is there for the same reason as you but with festivals, everyone comes for someone different. I found myself encroached in social tensions, different levels of eyebrow fleekiness, the usual anxieties that entail major gatherings of human bodies. But as they say, see a lesson in everything you do so, here are 5.
1. Second-hand highs are real, I honestly felt slightly buzzed. The air was thick with smoke, saturated with it. I witnessed a transaction too: there was this short black guy, the kind of guy that bulks up and seems super touchy about his height and these three white girls, all kitted out in short shorts and blonde hair and all I could hear was the weed man screaming “so how much do you want then?” and it was right in the open, hundreds of people were just walking past this scene like it was nothing and it perplexed me. I guess the best way to do something dodgy is right in the open to remain inconspicuous, no?
2. I can rap pretty well. I don’t know what came over me but when Childish Gambino opened with Crawl, I found myself matching him word for word, my squeaky voice pitches above him and everyone else. I didn’t even realise what I was doing until this really pretty girl with a shroud of blonde curls tinged with green spray turned around and gave me a thumbs up during Sweatpants like ‘mama, I hail thee, you try.’
3. Boys don’t like it when you can rap better than them. Kendrick Lamar opened with Money Trees and everyone lost their shit, collectively. It was ethereal but as his set proceeded, I noticed this really tall dude who was in front of me kept turning back to give me the evils whenever his own mouth stopped moving but mine was still working. Who begged him not to binge read rapgenius.com beforehand? Not that I did but still.
4. A lot of white people are indeed insane. This group called Gorgon City performed and these bastard meth heads formed a mosh pit right behind us. I felt so sorry for the little Asian girl in front of me, she smacked her head against the metal railing so many times. Do you know what a mosh pit is? It is a conglomeration of bodies being slammed against each other for no reason whatsoever besides a beat drop. You would think they were trying to stomp their way down to the depths of hell. On top of their demonic displays of madness, this tattoo-ridden, sunburnt, alcohol infused, weed infested lumberjack of a fiend used the cramped conditions we were in to use my ass as his personal rubbing post. I could have died. He was against me, skin to skin. I turned around to look at my tormentor but he looked away. He knew what he was doing. I must have dazed him; my ass was probably the realest ass he had ever felt.
5. The power of music is parallel to juju. What else can make you stand on your feet in the blazing sun for over 7 hours, endure all kinds of bodies and bacteria crawl all over you, have water thrown at you in the name of keeping cool, be on the edge of actual exhaustion to only have someone come on stage and for a familiar beat to play and all your troubles just fly away? We were all transfixed and we were all united and as we told to jump, you could basically sense our minds going “how high?” It’s a force. It baffles me how one person and their music, their poetry, their art can have so much control over so many minds.
Just look at this video and you’ll see what I mean. It’s like all hell broke loose 20 seconds in. I apologise for my noises in advance, I’m sorry.
Either way, it was really amazing; I would do it all over again, minus the unsolicited ass rubs and choking weed smoke.
Also, I should have some news for you sooner rather than later. Be calm, all is well. Keep your eyes open.
Song of The Week
This song is so pretty.