It’s really late and there are two weird topics that are coming to my head. One of them is my friend Stan and the other is my experience at Electric Zoo. The first topic would take much more thought and would seem meaningless unless I dwelled deeper into numerous memories both good and bad, thus I shall stick with the latter.
September 5, 2010 was one of the best days of my life. I went to Electric Zoo, which is basically a 12-hour event outdoors at a park, full of some of the world’s best DJs. I won’t get into the fact that basically heard some of the amazing tracks ever. But it was the atmosphere and the people that did it for me.
New York is a place of gangsters and thieves, where soft people don’t make it out here. But at around 5 p.m. that Sunday I couldn’t feel any better. EVERYONE was chilling. That sentence just says it all; there is no other way to put it. Maybe it was the fact that 90 percent of the people where on god knows what drugs, even though I don’t think I saw one fight erupt. All we did that day was just go see a set of a particular artist we like and jam out in the crowded tent. By nightfall there were people raving beautifully, and loud music over taking everyone. Not to mention that the girls were beautiful, straight models, which I could go on much more for but I don’t want to bore the ladies in our class.
I wish I could go in to more detail as to what made this day so amazing but it the type of thing where you have to be there to see it. Basically, everyone was just relaxed, friendly, and free. Come to realize the best word to describe that day was FREE. It’s perfect. One second you can see the weirdest dressed guy and the next you see a girl doing the weirdest dance ever, but on that day at that time it seemed completely normal. I guess the single best thing that was on the day was simply the fact that while I was at Electric Zoo all my worries are gone. As I look back upon it seems somewhat surreal, but that’s just it I had no worries and I think that might be the best feeling in the world.
You see I was done, I was about to post and everything but I realized that on that day I realized a very fearful thing. We knew everyone was on drugs but as the day went on we saw all these gorgeous girls sniffing coke and popping pills. And while it was relaxing being there I realized a very sad thing, that these same girls will be sticks in a few years, with dead brains. Its something that still bothers me greatly today.
The one thing that all Ezooers had in common was that their feet or shoes were so dusty and dirty by the end of the night it was ridiculous. So when I was on the train home I looked at people’s feet to tell if they were from there and maybe share some experiences. The funny thing is that those sneakers I was wearing I had just bought and even if I had known that would have happened I would have wore them anyway. Just because it was so worth it. Looking down at your new sneakers and seeing brown where white use to be makes you realize all that you went through that day and makes it all the more memorable.