Desert Rocks was one crazy surreal experience. Completely incomparable to Sasquatch.
The festival, located in the desert of eastern Utah, embraced the genre: 'celebrating consciousness' which attracts a very interesting crowd. We volunteered for tickets which brought us into the crew that made it all happen. The vibe of the whole place for the 4 days was like having one big family of three thousand like minded friends at war with the elements. It got unbearably hot and windy almost every day, so the river was the retreat. It got cold and yet still windy at night. Face masks and ski goggles (for those lucky enough to bring them {not me}) were super useful friends.
One particular feature of the green river is its famous wind storms which easily pass 50mph and create monsters of dust devils. this was simply a part of life. My tent blew away and accumulated so much dust that i simply decided not to sleep after friday night. Which explains the delirious state of my mind right now. I did find it. Our pirate flag got pirated, and other than that i think I kept a pretty good grip on my belongings, considering the circumstances.
The music and performance was amazing in the most odd ways. Notably, the Wailers played a whole host of Marley, and Lucent Dossier Experience was just weird. Hot Buttered Rum, Elephant Revival, Phadroid, Beats Antique, Sorne, and the poetry slam were all highlights.
These pictures are of our friends, and some stuff I painted on people, and the scenery. There were again plenty of photo worthy moments I missed in my madness.
The festival, located in the desert of eastern Utah, embraced the genre: 'celebrating consciousness' which attracts a very interesting crowd. We volunteered for tickets which brought us into the crew that made it all happen. The vibe of the whole place for the 4 days was like having one big family of three thousand like minded friends at war with the elements. It got unbearably hot and windy almost every day, so the river was the retreat. It got cold and yet still windy at night. Face masks and ski goggles (for those lucky enough to bring them {not me}) were super useful friends.
One particular feature of the green river is its famous wind storms which easily pass 50mph and create monsters of dust devils. this was simply a part of life. My tent blew away and accumulated so much dust that i simply decided not to sleep after friday night. Which explains the delirious state of my mind right now. I did find it. Our pirate flag got pirated, and other than that i think I kept a pretty good grip on my belongings, considering the circumstances.
The music and performance was amazing in the most odd ways. Notably, the Wailers played a whole host of Marley, and Lucent Dossier Experience was just weird. Hot Buttered Rum, Elephant Revival, Phadroid, Beats Antique, Sorne, and the poetry slam were all highlights.
These pictures are of our friends, and some stuff I painted on people, and the scenery. There were again plenty of photo worthy moments I missed in my madness.
