SOMEWHERE - 9 - attending a rave party

And so, after leaving that encampment under the mesh of motorways, here we go, again advancing through the city’s suburbs. This is, by we I mean, me, Romeu, Spiros, Tifa and Yolanda, actually friends I made there in that encampment under the bridge, and so, yeah, here we go, advancing fast, this is, visibly excited, coz, in fact, we are on our way to some secret location rave party happening on the edge of the city, somewhere, and so, this is, by now, through this industrial area with huge warehouses side by side we follow, also some factories, some mechanic workshops, some offices, etc. And then, because we have just passed that area where the Olympic games took place years ago, as we advance, we're actually talking about the purpose of these games, about the character of certain athletes, about their modalities, as for example… the Pentathlon, the Triathlon and the Duathlon, three combined modalities we have heard about, but… don't really know what it is… and so, yeah, here we go now producing a silly conversation about what it may be… and so, at some point, Yo is actually saying “penta penta penta… the pentaloon, the Pentathlon… that should be about five different sorts of running, or maybe, five different sorts of dancing, like, dancing and stretching, dancing and threatening, dancing and fighting, dancing and shooting, dancing and babbling… and then, well, we have the Triathlon, this is, the Triathlon, that may be only about riding… like, horse riding, camel riding, riding the bull, things like that, all at the same time, perhaps, jumping from one to another…” she says. And then, “No, no no”, Tifa exclaims, “The Pentathlon is only about pentagrams and the Triathlon it’s only about menages, nothing more!!!”; “And what about the Duathlon?” I ask, “Oh the Duathlon!” Yo says, “that may be a mix of eating, vomiting and dancing”; “but, these are three modalities, it should be only two” I say, and then “No, no, no…” Tifa actually comments, “The Duathlon is a modality in which the athlete has to ride a bicycle holding a bear at the same time!”; and then “No, no, no…” intervenes Yo, “the Duathlon is a modality about running and falling, falling and running, nothing more!” she says, and then, one of the boys on my back, I do not know if Romeu or Spiros, actually says, “No, no, no, you all wrong… the Pentathlon is actually some kind of basic survival test, that may include Skydiving, Free-Fall, Paragliding, Landfall, and Grazing… and the Triathlon, the Triathlon it may be about tridents, and the Duathlon, well the Duathlon, it should be about the duality of life and stuff” he says, and then, at this point, Yolanda and Tifa are gaining distance from us, getting ahead, and then, there they go, turning around, making some poses, some jumps, some kind of weird dances, like, simulating this or that Olympic modalities, I do not know which ones… and so, me and the boys here, side by side now, we just laugh at them, and then, as it goes, we are getting through a different area, I mean, here the buildings look older, and, some of the warehouses look semi-abandoned, what is good signal, this is, in a while we get to some crossroad where we see some people some silhouettes hanging around, and then, when we get really there, here we go through a mess of freaky personages with shabby dressing and crazy haircuts, some whistling, some piping, some hooting… some giggling, some shouting, and then, after passing through a couple of gorillas with basketball shirts, we are already going up through the fire-stairs on the back of this storage building armed with scaffolding all around, and, as we go, the scaffolding bars around are actually shaking and trembling like... this due to the pressure from the bass lines coming from the insides, and so, we can even hear the screws from the scaffolding bars rattling, and then, after some pushes and pulls on the stairs, while passing some guys and girls disguised as clowns, as Dracula, as caveman or cave-woman or cave she-male, we get to the top, to the roof I mean, and so now here we can see, small groups of people here and there, some staying together, others doing doing some steps around, this, while drinking, smoking, babbling, talking aloud, pointing the sky pointing at us… and then, I lose myself from the boys, and from the girls I came with, and there I go, through those groups of grungy characters, some with masks, some with strage hats, T-shits saying things like “Do it Now or…Do it later”; “SonicTraap”; “Acid Dada”, “Acid Data”, “DukWin not WinDuk”; “Jah Wobble” “Orbital Stress”; “etc etc etc”, and, this ones here on my side, at this point, are actually talking about bananas, and so, then I’m actually getting to another group of guys with t-shirts saying “Obey”, “Buy-Love-Sleep”, “We Shall Depart”, “Blue Oyster Cult”, “Pavarotti Never Fails”, and, this ones here, they are actually talking about life in other planets and stuff, and then, finally, I’m getting close to some guys at the edge of the building, actually some sort of percussion circle, and so, here, there are many kind of bongo-heads, some cymbal heads, some cowbells, some shakers, and, in the middle of this hullabaloo I manage to pick some claves that were just there, unattended, and, there I go through this kind of balcony, beating the claves, getting to know people, this is, in while I’m already going down some stairs installed in the middle of the building, and, as I descend, I actually hear silly conversations about “Ratamathata”; “the system”; “Spectacle and Speculation”; “Fauna & Flora”: “Sooner or Later”, and, after having descended two or three flights of stairs, I’m already entering some kind of room playing some sort Dub music, I mean, 60-90 BPMs, no more than that, this is, here I go sliding through this glitch-down-tempo ambiance, passing in-between some sort of bearlike mammals, all dressed in pajamas, dancing like pandas, and the music actually playing is some kind of remixed jingle from the TV commercials, this is, some sort of dish-washing jingles, something like that, and, the DJ have actually have some sort of bubbles coming out of his head, and the guys moving around here, their eyes look very white and big, almost like ping-pong balls on-the-way to come out… and, as I do some turns in the middle of them, I already come to see some pulling their tongues out, and then, me, I also do the same as them, and yeah, as it goes, at some point someone comes by and deposits something in my tongue, and, I chew it for a long time while dancing the kangaroo style, and, as it goes, in a while I’m already interpreting oblique gestures announcing thrilling intentions, this is, in the next while, as I’m actually looking at the ceiling I see some sort of moving pictures, this is, moving pictures of prehistoric paintings, like that ones inside of caves, often depicting a crossbreeding of men with beasts, and then, there on the other side of this room, I come to see Tifa and Yolanda again, this is, there they go still executing their Olympic games steps, some belly-dance moves, some acrobatic jumps, all mixed up, and well, as they move, I also see this guy dressed as a gorilla approaching the girls, this is, instantly, as he comes by he gives them some sort of plastic flowers, and, as they try smell it, there he goes, groping their ass, this is, one hand it each ass, and instantly, they try to slap him, but, there he goes, jumping around, doing some sort of punches and kicks in the air, and then, as I go down into the next room, the music here is a bit faster, 100-130 BPMs, some kind of electro-house, and the folk moving around here are more into the sportswear style, basketball shorts, cycling shirts, swimming caps, etc. And also, there are some groups of girls dressed as cheerleaders here and there and some guys doing some kind of break-dance steps around them and there I go, now passing on the side of this guy rolling the head on the floor, legs up, turning, watching under the cheerleaders' skirts, but, at some point, someone comes and push me away from there, even so, I try to hold to one of that skirts, but, as I do it, I’m being kicked out and dragged onto the access to the stairs room, again, and so, down I go, into the next floor, and thus, already there, here at the entrance there are some guys dressed as superman, some girls dressed as bugaboos, and, as I go through, I apprehend the timing of the music here, something like 150-180 BPMs, drum-bass jungle style, and the guys here are all using ripped clothes, dancing like pumping an imaginary inflater, pulling their knees up, one step over an imaginary hill, another on the fold, and there I go, doing more and less like what they are doing, but mixing it with some capoeira techniques, this is, I bow my back as I turn around, and eventually, I come to meet the renegade sons of Princess Sheba and King Solomon. I ran away from Yamanja, I meet Ọya or Yansã; the princess of the whirlwinds, lightning, and violent storms; Ibonã, the queen of the black smoke; Dada Ajaká , the son of Òrànmíyàn, brother of Xangô and Soponna – weak king that almost haven't reigned. Egungum Mariwó, prince of vanity that plays merindinlogun in the cemetery. And I met Oxum, owner of the Ijexá nation. Oloxum, guardian of the Osun-Osogbo forest. Oxóssi Oquê Arô, liberator of the Queto people. Oxossi Ibualama, the hunter with one arrow only. Obàtálá, king of Pano Branco. Oh Exu, messenger between Orun and Aiye. Iroko with an infant spirit. Ogum, mistress of the war. Visvakarma. Ìbejì Colobô, the blue monkey. Obaluaiyê. Babá Igbona. Oyá, mother of the pink sky. Nanã Buruku, appearing in the rain to tell the mangues. Oduduwa, that symbolizes the head from which life came. And then, I go into a room where they all naked, climbing the walls, trying to reach the ceiling where there are some small white lines meandering, this is, white lines like those from the Nokia 6110, a game whom the player controls some kind of snake sign in a playing field like a labyrinth, collecting orbs which give points and make the snake grow in size, this is, a tetris-like kind of game. And then, while I stare at these robotic snakes meandering in the ceiling, a guy dressed as dragon-ball comes by and pushes me out of here. And there we go, into the stairs room again, going down again, and while I go I pass side by side with some guys with their heads shaved, showing unfriendly expressions, and then, when descending another flight of stairs, I start to perceive some kind of blast beats coming from the next room, this is, it should be about 200 BPMs now, hardtek-breakbeat style, and, as I get in, all is dark, I mean, there are only some red lights there at the end, and, as I move more into the middle of the room, I see that all the guys here are actually dancing more like fighting, grunting, pushing, even biting each others… and the DJs there in the back, are actually hidden in the back of some curtains with military motives. And so, yeah, there I go too, pushing and biting and kicking and fighting with the gravity. And then, extremely tired, I manage to drag myself into the toilet area, and, while there, looking at my face in the mirror, this is, watching the bruises from closer angles, it’s like, I hear electric guitar sounds coming from downstairs, this is, it's not finished, so, there I go again, into the inner room that gives access to the stairs, and so, here I go down the last flight of stairs, this is, it should be under-earth now. And, as I go down we can still hear the blast beats coming from upstairs, but now the blast beats are mixing more and more with the noisy distortions coming from the last room down there, and so, as I get there, the door is closed, and on the door there are stickers of bands like Napalm Death, Agoraphobic Nosebleed, Anal Cunt, Nasum, Terrorizer, Pig Destroyer, Brutal Truth, Discordance Axis, Autopsy, Cephalic Carnage, The Dillinger Escape Plan, The Berzerker, Machetazo, Masonna, Violent Onsen Geisha, Incapacitants and C.C.C.C; Hanatarash, The Gerogerigegege, etc. And, once inside, I’m going directly against a noise walls, this is, after having passed through the cogwheels and the mesh of cables, I’m already in the middle of the dance floor where there are some other umbrous guys, static, like made of stone, or just trembling, and others, running around, against the walls, while here, on our front, a bunch of semi-naked guitarists are actually throwing their bodies and instruments against the spectators, the public, if we can call it this way, and then, there are hoots all around, this is, disguised personages doing exquisite poses, some vomiting, some screaming on improvised microphones, and, as it goes, I then come to see that there, in the back, the walls are actually covered with some kind of old tv screens, this is, porn, horse racing and all kind of TV commercials being transmitted (fast forward) on this screens, and, actually, the penetration and trotting sounds are actually being amplified and forming some kind of multi-rhythm percussion orchestra in the back, and then, there, at a corner, I also envision some guys smashing computers and other electronic paraphernalia, and also, those smashing sounds are being amplified, manipulated, and getting involved in the performance, and then, as I try to move around, some guys equipped with some kind of satellite dishes are actually clashing against each other, even so, I manage to pass in-between them, but then, one of these guys with a huge mixing-tabled attached to his belly comes against me, and as I get a damn electroshock, we both fall on the floor, and then all gets blind.