Woweeee… So i’ve been on the road for quite some time and am now sitting in a little cafe in San Francisco.
Fusion was a bit chaotic. We got stopped in the local town because we “looked like ravers” but we played clueless when the sheriff kept telling us it was cancelled. So we drove up the mountain (more really bad roads.. location changed.. good thing we had the truck…) and ran into more cops who told us to turn around. We ignored them. Got to the top and sure enough there was chaos. Although it was on private, native territory, the permits that the organizers had acquired were not considered good enough for a rave. Hrmfpt. We weren’t a rave. But alas.. they declared us as such and we had to seek new permits… Music didn’t happen the first nite, large numbers of road blocks and other chaos… Mean sheriffs… Angry sheriffs… Crazy cool people – the best type – west coast hippie psy kids… So we chilled relaxed and waited. And then i offered my funny satellite phone and they started calling lawyers… and then a little piece of legal paperwork was drafted and Fusion Festival was cancelled and we were marched off the land. And then a church was created, we all joined the church by signing our names, marched back on the land and viola! music!!!! Oh, it was ridiculous.. in a good adventurous kind of way.. hte best kind. And there was crazy dancing. And there were crazy people and water holes and a beautiful campsite and everythign wonderful.
And oh drats.. my card at the internet cafe is running out…