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short version: i did coke with richie hawtin and sharam from deep dish
i went to get my phone charger from the car and walked back to the dj booth at catalina hotel where my friend was spinning so i could charge my dead phone. i was swinging it around while walking and i guess this broke the connection inside and broke my charger. i was sitting outside next door (maxime) and fell asleep (hadnt slept in 3 days). when i woke up, my dj friend was gone. went to the hotel we were crashing at, everyone was gone, they went to some event. i was homeless, beyond exhausted, feet hurt, no phone. kinda scary. so walking aimlessly on washington, killing time, some girl asks me where club bed is, i pointed that way. we start talking, i tell her i am homeless. she is cute and we hit it off, she says hang out with her and her friend. all i care about is a hotel room to sleep or shower in, i didnt care that she is beautiful and into me. we walked all the way to club bed. we were kissing while waiting in line. i was really happy i made a new girlfriend. she paid then i went to pay and realized i had no cash on me, so i said oh well, this is goodbye. i asked bouncer the way out because theres all these red ropes and shit on the sidewalk and he guided me, and i said "wait i changed my mind im going back in" and he said oh ok and walked me past the doorman. HAHA! oldest trick in the book. so i got in for free (cover was $40)
what a nice surprise, it was a minimal event. my favorite type of music and the type i mostly spin. what an amazing sound and atmosphere, the trippy spooky lighting, my arm hairs were standing up. ive never been to bed before, i see all these beds and was like oh thats a nice vip area. but i dont see any guards so i just hopped right up in there, my feet were killing me i just sat on the edge of the bed. completely forgot about that girl i was kissing, just was so tired. some guy squeezes by and bumps his butt in my face, i look up and couldnt believe my eyes, its richie hawtin! my #2 fav dj! he was kissing and frolicking with miss kitten. i talked to some chunky girl with ed hardy shirt on sitting next to me, she said its ok i can go up and talk to him hes real nice, so i did, i asked him about plugins he uses. it was very brief and he went back to talking to miss kitten. then i see sharam and i said hey you're sharam and i shook hands and asked if hes going to play more minimal. he said "i play everything, minimal, maximal, whatever". i sat down and ed hardy girl asks if i got drugs and i completely forgot about the coke in my back pocket and said holy shit actually i do. she said we can do it right here. i said no way. she said yes no one gives a shit what you do around here go for it! after nudging me to point it got annoying i said fine and busted it out. that was a strange feeling for me to do that in public, i was scared. we layed back at an angle and i layed into richie who i didnt know was sitting next to me. so i offered. he laughed and said ok wow thanks and went back to talking to whoever. the girl and i did some more and then sharam was sitting next to richie talking. (forgot to mention there were alot of other minus people laying in the bed too) i was talking to a guy that does print media or some shit, he said he does all the print stuff for "all these guys you see here" and richie overheard and said "not this guy" and thats when i offered again and he jokingly said "dont listen to him he doesnt know anything". then sharam leaned over and i gave him one and i said hey we have the same shoes (addidas goodyears). i felt retarded for saying that. richie asked "so are you like the guy who just gives out drugs here or what whats going on, where are you from" etc etc and just chatted. i told him about my idea i came up with the other day for a club thats open during the day, a day club. sharam is shaking his head like with pity and i said "what! whats wrong with that?" and he said thats a terrible idea but richie defended me.
this is the messed up part. me and the girl and her friend and i kept doing more. they spin minimal too and we talked about records, etc. i really thought i made some new friends, we had the same interests. she said i could crash at their hotel room. i was like thank god what a relief. she wanted to do more but i was done so she kept offering me money so i would pull it out of my pocket and do some more, i kept refusing. she kept saying "you're too nice, let me give you money". over and over again. i said look we can do more at your guys room. finally i gave in, she gave me a 20 and wanted me to give her the bag. i said i dont understand. she said she wanted to do lines in the bathroom and she'd be right back. we were such friends at that point so i trusted her. when she walked away i thought wait whats the point of going to the bathroom, we've been doing it here all night. i cant believe i was that stupid, i attribute it to extreme lack of sleep. so i get up and notice they're heading for the front door. i immediately creep low and follow. i get outside and look and cant find them. they were gone. STUPID!!!! oh well, there was only about $20 left in the bag anyway. but it made me sick to my stomach thinking how devious she was. how fucking fake and snakey for her to pretend to be friends all that time, effort, just to take advantage of someone. i would be happy to meet someone who spins minimal too and even likes and has the same records i do. but i guess she lives in miami and this scene its like "no shit you like this record and that record, so does everyone else, who gives a fuck". this is the first minimal event ive been to, is this how all the people in this scene are like? extremely shady sketchy fucks? devious intelligent evil people?
walking back to the clifton hotel i thought about the night. who cares about the people i met and gave drugs to. its so silly to brag about it or anything. the big picture, these are just some guys who play a particular style of underground repetitive music. the whole edm scene is so alternative from the mainstream in itself! people at work dont even know who the fuck tiesto is. the thing to really be proud about is not who you meet and talk to or do drugs with, its what kind of art you create. im going back to my paintings and music. being a hipster/scenester is retarded.
edit: i just realized, i used her phone to text my friend so she wouldn't worry where i was (and to brag im hangin with richie etc). so i have that bitch's phone number. i wonder what i can do with it, maybe track her down. i will fight her like a man, i mean it, i dont care i will pop her in the face.
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