Recovery is a must.

In the wake of what seems to be one of the biggest festivals in the US and possibly our music’s history, I find that the sleep my body wants to catch up on, simply does not exist anymore. IF you were anywhere in the Vegas area June 20th through the 22nd you undoubtedly know what I am talking about. Yea, EDC…

Everyone has their own opinions about this and other festivals like it, but to actually just get down to the business of it and look at the figures, these days the free love movement isn’t so free anymore but has grown to crazy insane numbers.

I had the pleasure of starting my trip off on a flight out of Burbank, sat with an awesome couple (thanks for the beer guys!) and ending my trip with a 4 hr wait at McCarran Airport having had about 4 22 oz. Shocktops and meeting a down to earth new Starlet. ( Leaving Vegas right apparently too.) Everything in between was a blur of trying to keep cool, find rest, a 4 hour shuttle trip back to a hotel (may as well driven back home to CALI) trying to stay hydrated, dancing until my feet wanted to fall off and one very disgruntled Rasta colored spitter of a “Raver”. Nonetheless, after one night sleep, a shower or two, a punch to the face and an ILL planned Chipotle burrito,

all was well and everything was restored to it’s natural state… except of course the few thousand medical calls, 2 deaths, 75 something felony arrests and God knows what else. See you guys next year?! God no, my body is getting to old for that mess. Still feeling a punch to the side from a supposed moshpit at a local Necro Show a week before. 30 never felt so dirty.