Weapon of Choice 3

Wrap this story up for the most part, final installation, I think. Organic brain chemistry has me a bit level headed, rest is a very underrated commodity, stockpiling for a mellow future of deactiviation from academy of Disco Coma and the Legion of Overstimulation.

The chaos has pretty well developed tonight, no one wants to secure the responsibility of maintaining any sort of decent modicum, random hook ups, overt drug use, excessive binge drinking, spantaneous dialouge with the most diverse set of strangers has become the norm. It's funny how the microcosm of electronic dance music scene brings together so many beings from such varied sociocultural and political backgrounds, the pulsating sounds of bass lines and synths overwhelm the club like a never ending orgasm that continues to escalate taking people into deeper states of comfort, acceptance and universal harmony, whether the drugs, the sleepless days or the absorbing sonic playground control by the record selector, an infection so prevalent in various subcultures throughout the states and dominating practically the rest of the world, demands possession, innate body movement of days, weeks, a lifetime, this sense of dance music energy has over taken the club at the moment. Higgins and the rest of the crew reside at the front line battle, eyes rolled back, trancefixated faces, and a silent force most monks would soon be driven to words after many a decade. This roman orgy may have its roots in history but has since transcended to the pinnacle of dark, sweaty, clustered masses ingesting the gospel of the Raggaman letting the bass flow metaphysical, political, and sonically holistic. A shamanistic ritual of fear exstacy, pain, exhaustion, hallucination, mortality and a temporary clarity few ever obtain and even fewer remember, so I took it easy tonight, wrapped up in the sounds of Derrick Carter, old school Chicago House, half diva rock, half world beat electronic flow. My attention turned to his playlist, programming and the outright willingness of Carter to twist my mind track after track like some voodoo master, telepathically reading my mind. He owns the crowd using each track to gauge the desire of the crowd to get deep, lose their minds, and face all the barriers in front of them to be broken down in order to lead a fulfilling life, then spread the message to all others in the room tonight. The crowd is all on various levels of the path only too happy to be given further direction without fear, regreat, negativity, or attitude, pure unbroken, almost like a first love, unspoiled, virgin, yet equiped to head back out into reality to supercede the day in, day out routine of creating a new world.

Life sort of starts to blur at this moment where time ceases to exist and the moments from 2a to 5a have an ameoba like liquid effect on the mind, nowhere is safe, the brain starts stacking information into three dimensions, no choice,no challenge but to obey the music coming out of the speakers, shut down all conscious thought, doors wide open where all behavior, all visuals, audio, and interpetive thought collide into one larger concept that never really seems to gather a foothold, sure there are a collection of spectators in the club, hanging at the bar attempting to understand this dancefloor core tribal initation, watching people dig deep into themselves to retrieve elements that don't really appear to fit into the real world, just break out of the bonds of the absurb to come to life on the dancefloor, frequencies, into the ears, light into the eyes, and humanity moving as one are some weird things to watch at 4 in the morning from a seat near the dancefloor, have become nonexistence, individuals off in seperate worlds, someone has been talking to me for the past half an hour, have not understood a single word this person has said or have made little effort to offer any nonverbal cues that I might actually be paying attention. This does not stop the conversation from carry on, possibly the only way this person can deal with all this irrational stuff going on around us at the moment. No escape from detection, sucked in to be a witness, how one feels about it afterwards is the beauty of the night, for some, it may not mean much, for others, it may change their life forever, so I try to stay in the heart of all these emotions floating throughout the room. Someone is skipping around the nightclub with a huge smile on their face, small cluster of dancers off in another dimension swaying back and forth as if caught in some invisible tractor beam, jostling them around like a unbalanced washing machine in the spin cycle, pinballing, multiple vectors, and eventual loss of location. The dark veil has been thrown over many people tonight, not much conversation from the rest of club, cause the sound just keeps getting louder and trippier, repetitive sound for hours on end, strips away all sense of normalicy, the only thing to concentrate on is the bass, the synths, as vocals, breakdowns, and changes in the music resmemble language, symbols which are interpeted by the brain and finally the body to invoke a sense of intense desire, feeling, or retreat into a slow moving swell that starts way out in the middle of the ocean, caused by an earthquake. Over time as the wave travels it begins to gather momentum, this appears to be the DJ's main job, momentum, time and space, disappear, until I come to life a half hour later on the dancefloor once more screwed into the ground, completely relaxed and giving in to the music. Hypnotized, it is something developed over the years of going to clubs and dance music events, going deeper inside oneself, trying to go symbiotic with the music a communion of body and soul, I know with all this metaphysical wording, it sounds like a bunch of shit, but it gets addicitive, fucking up the mind to release all that dopamine, serotonine, and whatever else the brain creates to make you forget all bad and embrace all the good, I have developed the ability to get interdimensional but as of late have gone subconscious so I don't remember anything, yet tonight made he smart choice by deciding to listen to the music and let everyone do all drugs, which ultimately has become the new direction of my life.

More and more, hour after hour, almost 6am, damn the lights have been on for an hour and a half, no one wants to leave, someone is motioning me to go, I guess they have been trying for over an hour but for some jangled, twisted gap in reality I do not see them. The attempts continue to attract my attention, standing now but start dancing, some more time passes. Hey, I know this person, okay, will follow, it's KGB, everyone else is already outside, some words are made as to the fact that they have been trying to get me to leave. Well, it was Higgins, Red Amry, and KGB who all looked to lifers in this nightclub, like poster art, decorative pots, or bright enamel paint. Surrender everything to lead this never ending night to hide behind the walls of Midtown hotels or friends couches with a pillow over the eyes to keep out the sunlight of daytime reality while heading home, the business crowd assembles themsevles on the subways, taxis, others with their personal drivers, what did we matter it was the weekend, so no business crowd, they were for all actual purposes probably dancing right beside me the entire night, this group does not have an off switch whether Friday or Monday, there is something going on, something cool, unique, and futuristic. Slaves from years of experience, chasing that chemical reaction, pushing the highs into other universes so they never end, dissolve that mind into acidic goo, eats through any substance no matter how atomcially dense, this is anti-matter, violent, unrelenting, uncompassionate, drilling right into the cerbral cortex of all who dare to tread the fine line of appetite, feast, satisfaction thinking that there shall never be a day when the bill comes due, just burn it out, right out the skull into space, some folks live as a live wire, don't get near, their mere vibrations will send most people into caradiac arrest, amps, volts, and current, they are gonna get ya, musings so deep from these people, so dark, unintelligible that insanity is a short distance away if you get caught up in their ideas, let them be, let them wander off into their own personal well, swimming down to the bottom, never coming up for air until they hit the bottom and for some of them, they never do, for others they hit bottom but keep on digging, too caught up in the chase for getting higher, going further, and expanding consciousness into the realms of so many things we don't understand, twisting in seizures, the context of expression, of communiction, hijacked in science fiction journey through the mind, have to get lost, shut down everything else, some people pass out right there on the dancefloor from falling too far, collapse, no choice but to push it, right into oblivion, makes sense, alternative does not mean anything, direct orders from HQ, must be adhered, subliminal study, deprogramming and reprogramming, psychological warfare, walking into napalm hailstorm, no fear, nothing, except an odyessy with musical score that slowly evolves into an entity taking on its own life, then there is nothing left but to solve what generates this being in the first place, this sound that has captured hundreds in a small crowd tonight, crowd control, turn them into wild beasts or subdued children, completely up to the DJ playing the music, never the same thing twice.

Damn the sun is up, walking the streets of NYC, the moment has past, exhausted, enlightened, and silent, no one can talk right now, what is there left to say after that sensorial bashing, just getting ready for the digital battles of the 21st century, hostilities of the internet, symphony to the future, its here, ready to be heard. Beyond sleep, coma, Disco Coma, that is where I live.