this time i remembered to get all contact info written down in a book. in what seemed a chance meeting, i found myself being questioned by the man who turned out to be the money behind both festivals... i thought he was just another spaced festie kid... he asked what was my passion and i replied,” if you really want to know, follow me...”. he and his female friend were placed in the center of the gongs and despite the pervasive bass thump of the nearby soundstage, they were both in blissful mental states and within less than three minutes, both soundly asleep. i spoke, no response... out cold... im thinking”
**** great.... ive just gonged out another wasted attention hound pretending to be a producer...”. i got up and went to the trailer for some mental adjustments and bumped into them afterwards. he appeared wasted, she seemed strangely not so... actually very alert... as they left he muttered something about seeing me in the morning... i thought yeah,,you will remember... not...
he was sitting in attendance at sunrise meditations... both of them. after im finished, and all have left, he walks up and asks how many new faces ive seen, 30?, 50? totally
**** unacceptable... who was the idiot that placed me with incendias soundstage? he then informed me that he hadnt been able to sleep for the last three days... he doesnt use drugs, he was fatigued and worn out... i was in process of packing up... going home... the music was supposed to stop at 2 am.... instead we had 24 hours a day, non stop bass mono toned singular repetitive mono rhythmic bullshit... i cant work in that environment. the promoter was spinning... you are leaving? you cant leave, youre here to heal these people! every motherfucker in this city should know your face and what you do. who played all night? i will shut them down right now! this is my
**** party! i want you on stage! all mickd up and mowing them down with as much power as you want... name your price... i told him my price was going home... inhad fought the volume and people not cooperating with playing times... my assitant was sick and not resting, and i was drained... he stiffened up... i instantly realized i had just told him “no” , and im guessing he doesnt hear that word often... everyone got quiet and then he started laughing and hugged me. he said he could appreciate my reasoning but more so, he liked people with some balls... ive been offered to play his private event, for his family... me, my assistant, each of us can bring 6 or 7 friends... all expenses plus 20%, a house, a symphonic recording studio, funding... he wants to promote me... i looked him up, yale grad, and a major player in miami for the past 8 years or better... what do you say? honestly, what the hell do you reply to name your price?