We took over the Sustainable Sound camp Saturday night,
supplying both disco music (and stage antics by Pecan, Rubbish, and
Starving) and the power to crank two bicycle-driven generators that
powered their impressive sonic disruptor array. Heavy bass chords
were the G-well, and light years got turned into zoobs measured on a
digital display that often hovered around "11".
Pecan coordinated the music situation, tracking down a fellow-nerd
blue shirt who had hours and hours of groove. His groove was so good
that pilots fell out of orbit from grooving too hard. We started the
party, we collected large piles of fireflies, as well as a bunch of
fire spinners, and we brought the funk on so hard that we outlasted
them all. By the time we reached the disco Star Wars theme (powered
by Kamikaze and Shakes), pilots were screaming that we couldn't groove
any more! People tried to sit out, but the force of the groove was
too strong. You know you've grooved too hard when Vomit begs you not
to play another song.
From there we trekked through the woods and back to camp to continue
the groove from the safety of our beer glasses. Kamikaze led the way,
and we droppped out of orbit briefly to enjoy tasty tasty space
popcorn vittles provided by Poppa Popalopalous (our own friendly Q!).