SO at this point the pandemic is straight up at Straggler Level 💯. We're BEYOND end of the night vibes. The ugly lights are ON. There’s a million gross messes to vacuum and all of us are throwing dirty looks while pointing at the door like GO HOME COVID. It's like the virus equivalent of those sketchy festival kids in late September still wearing raggedy-ass unicorn onesies and doing mystery bumps in a field near Kelowna who JUST. WON’T. LET. GO. THAT is Covid right now. It’s been TWO FULL SUMMERS of barely any sound system solace and everyone is just, honestly, simply, shamelessly, dying of rave thirst.
As I'm sure you can ascertain, the west is gettin' wild out there. Venues are popping up all over the place. Some are requiring vax cards, some aren’t, some are members-only, and some are asking you to e-transfer $40 a stranger for a random address that may or may not have the most basic safety measures in place. Like damn. That's DEMAND. I barely did that shit in the 90s, and I had ABSOLUTELY no respect for my time back then.
Le sigh. Speaking of respect for my time, I'mma swallow a hard (pressed) pill and admit that any ideas I may have had about a weekly rave digest email blast are on ice for the time being. Things are actually illegal enough right now that that promoters actually NEED social media to verify people’s identities before sharing info about events (TWIST!) Regardless of sketch-factor, pretty much all venues live in fear of tipping off the scariest gang in town: the CoV. (Understandable. They are terrifying). So ya. it’s just not the time yet for a mailing list like this. Just found a fabulous young accomplice who was down to help, dammit! Ah well. Maybe in the fall? Fingers crossed.
In the meantime, LET’S ALL PICTURE IT TOGETHER. Hospitalizations are dwindling. Warm weather is rollin in hot. Risk of covid-related harm is falling in DIRECT tandem with the level of fucks-given by blitzed out ravers about their exposure. 🙌😎🌈 I mean BASS COAST started selling tickets!!!
FEEL IT. SEE IT. BELIEVE IT.
How crazy is to think that one day we will catch each others' eyes on the dance floor and be, like, uhhhh... did that shit really happen?
I love you. MISS YOU.
Xoxo
CP
