Burning Man is a rave
Whatās all this shit about Burning Man not being a rave?!
Itās bullshit piled higher than the haystacks under the Man. Who the fuck
decides what is or isnāt a rave? What, did somebody in the BM organization look
in Websterās? I did, and my 1958 edition says ćraveä comes from the Old French raver, which is to be delirious, to revel. Holy fuck, if thatās not what
Burning Man is all about, may every manās testicles be tied together and the
lot of us flung into outer space.
Somebody in a position of ćauthorityä at Burning Man
obviously got scared and didnāt want to call BM a rave ācause the ćpopularä
media (popular with advertisers, that is) decided to make rave culture the
latest bogeyman. Legislators, cops, family values jerks, and everybody else
decided to pick on ravers ācause the kids and kid-like adults are basically
innocent, vulnerable, gentle spiritual seekers lost in the miasma of multiple
states of orgiastic, druggy consciousness and they canāt fight back. They just
See, hereās what raving is about: opening up, abandoning the
ego, and attaining inner peace. Yes, folks, thatās what ravers want. Thatās
their agenda. For the time being, however, we ravers want only to catch the
sound waves emanating across the playa of the Black Rock Desert.
The DJ is priest and choir, the dancers are the
congregation. Weāre all on a cosmic voyage the pigs canāt understand. I use the
ā60s term of derision for ćpolice officersä with total cosmic awareness,
understanding it revives memories of earlier oppressions. But itās not truly
the ćpigsä who want to oppress ravers; itās the parents, the ones who are
afraid because they donāt understand kids who only seem happy when dressed
weird, listening to their weird music, and tripping out to weird cosmic ideas.
But, hey, wasnāt that just the way they
were with rock nā roll?! So lighten up, parents, okay?
And puh-leeze, get
over the idea that Burning Man isnāt a rave. Itās the rave by which all other
raves are measured.