Let the Mirage be our Reality (Burning Man 2017)


Who are we at 4 in the morning when the drugs have worn off and your friends have all bailed?

Do you love yourself then? Are you as happy and as full of the joy you were when you made that poor decision? Is there someone else you’d rather be with or someone else you’d rather be?

I hadn’t been on the playa in two years. Two long years of self re-discovery and pain. The ever present pain of reality that is blast through your phone, never letting you get any rest no matter how often you disconnect from the world. But it wasn’t all bad. I found that partner I was looking for, I finished that degree I had set out to attain. I moved the fuck on, but where was I now? In a new city filled with the same old friends. New opportunities ahead of me; I back tracked. Back to Black Rock City, the place where God called my name, loud enough for me to hear it. Heartbroken and beaten I heard the call. But my minutes ran out, the number got disconnected. So now what? Just keep moving. After one long why the fuck did I come back out to this dusty shit show cry and a disco nap later I remember what I needed to have a good time. One loaded camelback, a full flask, a group of strangers (all Aussies for no reason at all) and the audacity to take the night at face value.

When you have to redefine yourself in a world of possibilities who are you now?

They call me Deacon Blues: I used to be a real good time, but then life happened. They broke my crown, locked me up, pumped me full of pills and told me I was wrong. Eventually I played along because they surely weren’t going to let me out of the hospital spitting the truth. It was a dark, dank, dirty and lonesome path back to my truth. Its hard finding your rose-colored glasses when the day has already broke. And so I kept my eyes closed. That which I see can only be perceived by me. No use trying to describe God to those who can’t even see themselves.

I could tell you about the art that I saw or the men that I fucked or the parties that I raged or that playa moment when Puff Daddy came up to me at Mayan Warrior but where would that get us? FOMO?

The music sucked, the art was mediocre, and I only slept with one guy who totally doesn’t deserve to get blasted on the internet. (P.s. the way to a girl’s heart is her taste in music and good food). Burning man is what you make of it, period. I skipped the Man burn to kick it with an old friend feeling like a crusty jaded veteran and I’m glad I wasn’t privy to the suicide. Having buried too many friends and lovers over their snap decision my choice to stay in camp was a blessing. The Man felt tiny and the Temple was too overpowering to make me deal with the demons I brought. I deal with them on a daily basis and saying pretend goodbye at a bonfire of other people’s tears felt cheap. So I took a nap. I still did the things that I enjoy doing; making my camp feel like a success, listening to friends who need support, spinning fire at sunrise, going solo to deep playa, turning strangers into friends, feeling like an idiot, and trying too hard.

How do you find your way back to that moment in time when everything was right, when the bliss ninny state held your ego in a warm embrace? Did you leave a map with directions: take two red pills, a 5th of whiskey, a left at the temple, second star to the right and straight on till morning?

But where the hell did I leave my map, somewhere between comfort and assurance. Without both I was able to see clearly. I spend most of my time making the spaces around me as lush and inviting as I can but life doesn’t thrive in a perfect environment, it stagnates. So we rally in the desert, in the most inhospitable environment we can find to lay down and die in. We create the oasis, let the mirage be our reality.



burning man 2017

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The Detour Podcast

This Detour podcast curated by The Funk Hunters is loaded with gold. If you need a bass heavy track to get your club spirits up check out the individual tracks below.

Kraak & Smaak, Tkay Maidza, YESKING

Can’t stop, won’t stop. It’ been three months and I keep coming back to these same tracks. Get your boogie shoes ready.

Robert Gawliński – Smutne liście (Smolik mix)

Not trying to lose this track. Turn the base all the way up to get the full effect.Found this gem in a Balearic Bigos mix. Do your self a favor and check out some of their work.

Description from their soundcloud bio: Balearic Bigos is a monthly show on Berlin Community Radio hosted by Zambon (Transatlantyk/ The Very Polish Cut-Outs), playing rare, obscure and forgotten forward-thinking music from the past mixed with best contemporary stuff that’s not on the radar of most listeners (with a big emphasis on Eastern Europe).



Oh it hurts so good. I can’t listen to anything else and I’m perfectly content with that. This guy has soul for miles. Citizen Cope meets Al Green meets Barry White with a dash of Junior Kimbrough. Light the candles, turn off the phone, put this album on and thank me in the morning.

No spotify, no problem


Watch a video AFTER you fall in love, the man behind the voice will surprise you.


GRiZ: Funk so hard, you’ll hurt yourself

I can not get enough of the latest GRiZ album. Some solid funk that would make even George Clinton proud. Highlights: PS GFY ft. Cherub, Feelin Fine, My Friends and I ft. ProbCause, Free download at  mynameisgriz  Now if I can scrape together the funds to see him Oct. 20 here in Houston it will be a mid-term dream come true. GRiZ got really big shortly after my live music hiatus began and I still haven’t seen him live.


Hopefully this post will grow, but for now here is a long smooth B-side Red Hot Chili Peppers- Christchurch Fireworks Music

Updated: 9/23/16

A whole B-side album I don’t think enough people have heard. With all the new Gorillaz buzz here is The Fall. The fall was written while on tour for the Plastic Beach album on an iPad.(Which I was lucky to catch and with a full brass band they did NOT disappoint) Each song is an ode to the city they were in at the time of the tour.

The Parish of Space Dust is the song written for my hometown: Houston, TX. But my favorite song of the album is Hillbilly Man written in New Jersey and Virginia.



Wild Belle and more

I know I’ve been busy but how did I miss this gem? It’s all good, its on repeat now. All day reggae everyday.


Also this just needs another shout out because its timeless. The Beastie Boys instrumental album The Mix Up. Check out 14th Street Break and The Melee.


And lastly a slow jam a friend turned me onto. xoxo

Jean du Voyage & some Afro Soul

Start this mix here or click below to listen to the whole mix. Still not sure who this is but damn does it here somewhere near the bottom chakra, base level of existence. Afro/soul/voodoo/drums. On repeat for the next 3 hours.


Jean du Voyage, I’ve been stuck on a few of this guys songs. The first one is some solid progressive hip hop, a guy named Quadir Lateef. The second a dreamy Aaliyah-esque number with a solid back beat reminiscent of Mount Kimbie.

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