Ranting in the dark

It was the highlight of the summer. Being waken up early in the morning, by crazy, screaming strangers. You would think it couldn't happen to you every day for weeks and weeks in a row. And then it does and you realize you're so drunk still that you can't crawl out of god-damned tent/bed/gutter to take a piss. But it won't go away, so what do you do - you foolishly stumble out, look at the world as if you can disintegrate anything just by looking at it. And you keep going.

Coffee, or beer, or whatever really, just don't forget to hydrate and it'll all be cool, right? And then there's another poor, unfortunate soul who, just like you, has arisen with a gravely look on its face. Boom! You give them the coffee and there it is - instant happiness. Or should I call it properly - instant craziness. Because no normal person keeps going on like that day after day, powering himself from the inexhaustable power supply that only kids have. Always running, constantly smiling, ever-curious, a perpetum mobile of fun and seeming madness.

And you can't stop laughing, even for a second or you'll pass out and it'll all end in the usual boring way - sleeping, while you should have been screaming. It's said that one minute of healthy laughter is enough to compensate for one hour of sleep. If that is the case, I am not going to be sleeping like a human being any time soon now. You know you've had fun when you actually see the muscules involved in laughing to tighten over time and your belly looks like you've been punching it for weeks, so it's always tense.

And you can't do that alone, of course, because then there's a real chance of you just ending up with only the voices in your head. And of course, they're all idiots or at the very best - comedians. And if you've got one more, you can share the load, or together be both at the same time. And then people wish you the best wish ever - to remain so crazy happy and smiley forever. And you know it's true, it's addictive and infectious, you make everyone else smile along and you make their day. And you are the tinders, the fucking firestarters even - you set the bars and dancefloors ablaze, people moving, jumping, dancing, screaming. And they laugh and they cry, while you sit there in the blazing fury you've made out of your world, like avatars of everything that is good and out of control, combined together into your unstoppable entities. And then then it all ends, you exhale, exhale, exhale, thinking - oh my god, what on earth did we just go on and do, again. And you think you've earned some rest.

But no. Wake UP! COFFEE!

Obscure, certainly. Playing the mindfuck game with an inanimate object is tricky business. Trickier still when the opponent behaves so erratic, in a nice, randomized pattern. You just never know what's going to hit you next, where the next blow is going to head, what to expect or how to react. The trick, of course, is not to rely on insight of the future.

Plans are meaningless and expectations - pointless. Predetermined mind gets screwed in the mindfuck game, because the opponent is the one that gets to choose. If you want to get out of the wickedness of the game, you should be the one getting the choice.

Naturally, people hate to choose. Is it because they are afraid to make the wrong choice? Why does there always have to be a "wrong" choice? The thing is - people go looking for it on their own. When they don't know, they're afraid they'll make a mistake. When they know too much, they're afraid of the consequences. So people don't want to go on and play the mindfuck game the right way, because they're afraid of making the moves that bring them the victory.

The trick that is required here, however, is not to make the right choices, but not to leave your opponent any. Be a little, dumb, reactive machine. Just get the immediate choice and act on it. No matter how, no matter what you use to base it on. Decide on the spot, trust the subconscious, the instincts speaking in the back of your head, before you even realized. Base it on a predetermined rule, fixed in stone. Anything, really. Just make sure you are the one getting the choice.

And this is why playing the mindfuck game with a roulette is so great. You can't avoid having the choice, because it never makes any. It just throws you off balance every time, having the unpredictable, absent-minded, logic-deprived behavior of a physical random system.

This is where you learn to win.

And the mindfuck game? It's your favourite game, comrade. We all play one.
What is your game?

Yes, we are going back to the jungle, head-first and at high speed. And it's the right type of Jungle - Jungle as in music, as in D&B not as in forests, heat and tropical disease.

It's a disease of the mind, it's raw and dynamic, it's uplifting and devastating, it is the mood of power. And it's back, from the good old days. It's not like it ever really went away, it just kind of went on a more urban underground scene. And along with the powerful British Jungle beats came along a few new strong moods from the East - Ukraine, Serbia, Bulgaria and Macedonia. And along with bassdrive.com my playlist started having hmsu.org, at first, and recently eilo.org's new D&B channel.

And I realized I shouldn't be missing out on things so bad, although I never stopped showing up at good D&B events, not in Thessaloniki, not in Oslo, not in Sofia. There's always someone to drag me there. And drag me they did - to a true legend - Rony Size in the Hristo Botev hall, Sofia. It was a month ago but I still remember how we barely walked out of there that night. Easily 1500-2000 people, maybe more, maybe less and at the end we were almost begging to stop. The mood in that place is great, I love the stage in my home country. I've been at awesome places, great parties, amazing people, but nothing can beat the amassed mood of a Bulgarian crowd, ready for a party. That and the amazing Rony Size and Dynamite MC. Yes, wellcome to Sofia.

And you can't stop, and you can't stop, and you can't stop.

Jungle is massive! Hahahaha

/me is teasing his eardrums with the wicked sounds of the crazy Noisia