Okay, I know it's wrong and dangerous and disrespectful to the artists... but a big part of me is sad to have missed this!

My first year (2000) I felt like there was an underlying chaos to that little desert gathering. I felt a sense that all hell could break loose at any moment... a feeling that I was in a survival situation and that shit could all go sideways at any time. I also felt the flipside, a feeling that we were all in this together and were there to help each other. Mighta been the 3 days of wind and rain storms? Or just starry-eyed noobness.

But. I've never felt that since, and I miss it. I guess that's my inner anarchist at work... I like a little bit of chaos. I like seeing people have to come up with new solutions, new ideas. I would LOVE to hear that they had to take down the man and then rebuild him this year, and that participants all came together to make it happen.

Now, if it pours rain too, I'm gonna be pissed. I've been waiting for that to happen for 6 years!