Time Machine #2: Earthcore 2006

You are getting very schleepy... you believe you are a chicken... thats right, you are a tired egg-laying bird at Earthcore, in the year 2006. Now observe:

In a 4 car procession, we trekked into the bush for my second Earthcore. I wonder what type of sequel this would turn out to be, one of those 'bigger and brighter' ones or a 'bleh, more of the same' clones. We would soon found out...

The thing about Earthcore is you want to get a good camp spot. Along with everyone else. Arriving early wasnt enough, so we set out to get the best spot possible. So we proceed to go into the employee only area, and get yelled at by the camp-nazi. Chill out dude, take a muscle relaxant.

'Hey should we go through there?'
'Hmm, theres a sign No Entry - End of Camping'
'Yeah but there are tents in there'
'Do it'

Beree vs. Straw Hat

We start talking to some randoms and then I sort of spot something in the river. Its sort of white and reflecty. My go-go gadget arm sweeps out and grabs it, doing so as to not draw attention to myself. Hello river drugs. No doubt some poor girl hid them in her bra and has gone swimming and they landed in my hot little hand. As it stood, the Gods of Earthcore smiled upon me, and said 'here my child, you have been rewarded for your loyalty. You have brought others here with you, to see and hear the will of Earthcore. Go now, and be merry.' I knew it was a sign, and as potentially dodgy as taking slightly muddy mystery pills from a river is, I just went with my gut - EC wouldnt harm me.

Friday night involved crazy glow-poi, Japanese psy-trance with live drumming, and the shaking of bootys. We grabbed our torches and headed back to camp (Survivor style).

You open your eyes Saturday morning. Dear god its so bright! It must be like 12.00. Nope, its 7.30am - shit! And its too hot to sleep now. Crawl out of the greenhouse that is your tent and lay down in the cool of the porta-shade thingy. Most of Saturday we just sat around the camp, venturing into town occasionally. Music was of course playing, there were all kinds of workshops, from yoga to spiritual journeys to wing making to second hand clothes fashion to twirling. Great isnt it? Nevermind the fact its too hot, you're coming down and you just plain CBF. When dusk is close at hand, its when you 'get ready'. Its like going to a nightclub, everyone gets excited, changes costumes a few times, the camp was quiet mayhem of people taking uppers, getting eye-makeup put on (hello Lindsay the T-boi) and making sure they know whats in every cargo pocket before we hit the town. We got a great group photo and then we were off.

If you see these people, run!

Just like the year before, I ended up finding Seb and we found a great stage to dance at. A stage show involving 8 guys and girls dressed up as heaven and hell kept us entertained, while the following DJ's were the legendary Raja Ram and Chicago. At 65 and 55 respectively, these old rockers can still party with the best of them. It was a sunrise set and night turned to morning. Raja Ram danced around like a crazy old man and played his flute, sung, mimed and pumped up the crowd while Chicago did the same with a plastic guitar as he spun the records. They just had the coolest samples playing through the music, the highlight being when a crazy elderly man tells a crowd of a thousand 'LETS MELT SOME FACES!' as the beat drops. Yeah baby!

In the end this EC was like Matrix Reloaded. Not as original as the first, but it had more punch to it. I had a blast and I cant wait to complete the trilogy. Lets just hope its not a soul-crunching disappoint like Revolutions. Wanna take the red pill? Leave a comment ^_^