Mix Details
| Burn Blast | ||
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| Artwork: |  | |
| DJ | The Pastor | |
| Description | for all u old burners | |
| Average Rating | 5 ••••• | |
| Number of ratings | 1 | |
| Date | 11/22/08 | |
| Length | 1:09:46 | |
| Genre | House | |
| On Demand Plays | 63 | |
| Total Mp3 Downloads | 91 | |
| Listen now | ||
| Comments | |
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| a story from mike | Posted 11/25/08 by DJBlastaway |
| The following story is set to the tracks of Burn Blast. It will be in two or three parts. Come back each few days and read the progression; it is best to also listen to the mixset.
The road to Black Rock City is bumpy, once off the main road from Gerlach. Loaded down with all of the various supplies you will need for your week at Burningman (water, food, costumes, glowies, sex paraphernalia, water, entheogens, your bike, flashlights, water, and, the most important and most necessary "must-bring" item: baby-wipes) your over-stuffed vehicle plods forward slowly, the tires kicking up playa dust, that whitish-ashy alkaline particulate matter from that long-ago dried-up lakebed, the dust that seems to be everywhere all at once and that all true Burners worship. Up and down and sideways the bounce continues and then, after waiting in a long line you pass through the gate where you have been dutifully searched and accounted for, tickets in hand please, "driver licenses, too, please, and god dammit I mean now!" says the surly Gatekeeper at Burningman, that individual the last person of authority you are likely to see during your stay. They've entered the RV and looked in everything for stow-aways. The GATE people are the most hard-core burners and they are not to be played with nor mocked. They are mean and very serious about not allowing anyone onto the playa proper that have not paid. They often leave people speechless with their overly brusque attitude. "Shit, those gate people were really serious," you remark to your fellow companions as you drive slowly away from the Gate, back into the long, long line of cars all moving toward the Greeter's Station a good mile or two away, bikes and luggage and props piled high on the RVs' and cars everywhere, in line, all objects on the playa taking on a white appearance now, as you inch forward to the initiation that awaits all first-time Burners at the Greeter's Station. Your heart is beating to some internal thumping like music setting down a sick beat and you are so excited that you are nearly there you blurt out "I love you! I love you!" over and over again to your excited friends, exclaiming the same thing back to you, each in an overwhelming state of excitement at what awaits them. Really, you've spent months reading and preparing for this very moment. It took hours to buy the first tickets on-line, but you got in early and landed the prized first-tier tickets "We made it! We are here! It'll be so wonderful!" you are blurting out excitedly, rolling down the window to let in some playa dust and crane your head out to see what you can see, with many cars and RV's blocking your view. The dust is really starting to blow, now, and up ahead it looks like everything is disappeaering in the ashy haze. A wailing siren sounds. "Do you hear what I hear?" asks your companion, head out the window now as well. The siren is gathering force and you know for sure that means: a white-out of playa dust is coming your way. The wind has picked-up. You are not even at the Greeter's Station and the whiteout has begun, your first white out and you are a newbie and you do not really know what it means but at least you heard the siren going off and knew to batten down the hatches for any incoming stream of airblown, thousands of years old alkaline dust. Soon, all the lines of cars and RVs around you are washed away, a thick white cloud enveloping everything. But you do progress slowly forward very carefully and nearly on top of the bumper of the vehicle in front of you, albeit dust everywhere.... slowly moving forward, to that magic location known as Greeter's Station where who knows what can happen to you! "I gotta call and tell Bob about this whiteout," says Camille excitedly in the back seat. Out comes the cell phone and she punches the numbers repeatedly. dit, dit, dit, dit, dit .... Nothing can be heard from the earpiece, and Camille is not happy that there is no reception. "What the fuck, no cell phone signal already?" she says dejectedly. "Damn these mobile phones! They're always fucking with my mind - damn electro things!" The dust storm stops suddenly; your overstuffed car, looking rather like a hedgehog with house items stuck all over it's spikey body, is now the next in line to enter Black Rock City. The tension mounts. It's now all about your noobie initiation at Greeter's; you've heard they will make you do the damndest things. A man dressed-up to look like he's just gotten out of bed is wearing a see-through, sheer boxer and no shirt, but wearing a night cap with a bell dangling from the end and a svelt woman wearing a bright floral kimono completely open down the middle showing every inch of her body - from her pierced nipples to the ornate pubic hair styled to resemble a burning flame - go to either windows of the car. "Oh, you are a cutie!" she addresses you and then peers into the car. "Oh just look at you, you mother fuckers!" says the kimono-glad women, smiling widely revealing front teeth inlaid with colored jewels, the hair of her head a massive tangle of muliti-colored dreadlocks festooned with orchids, pearls, a condom, bits and pieces of foiled fabric, ribbons, and a pencil. "What took you so long to get here? You've been fucking with our mind! But, here, let me give each of you a gold medal for being dressed so fine - for now!" But you are dressed normal; she must be flattering you to be nice .... but, dressed so fine - for now? Uh oh! You've a feeling that it's on now, yes, right then, it's on! You shiver. "Damn this mobile phone!" sighs Camille a last time, tossing it back in to a backpack. The Greeter man on the driver's side of the car, highly energetic and charged with happiness, eyes gleaming like a madman, his chest a bright red from sun exposure, his hands reaching in the car to grab yours and shake them, announces, "My name is Poxey-Fixey! We've waited so long for you and you are finally home and the party can finally start. How was your drive? Welcome to Black Rock City! Damn, we are so happy to see you! Is this your first time with us?" A blur of words spat at you, nearly, by a very pleased Burner who is making you feel like the party is finally going to start. "Anybody new to the Burn, just raise that hand and let me shake it! And, don't mind us, you arrived at Nude Greet, where we're all naked! So, anyone new to Burningman?" The question has been asked and you were aware of the consequences. Right then, it's on. You are a noob at the burn and you've arrived at the day of the annual Nude Greet, where everyone there is naked - but for the guests arriving. You heard stories that the Greeters could be very frisky out there at the outer portal of Black Rock City where anything could happen. "Well then," speaks the jeweled tooth woman, "my name is Marina Fettamina and me and Poxey-Fixey here would like you to please, get out of the car and come with us! It is time for -" Poxey-Fixey and Marina look at each other and say in unison - "the African Bambata!" Poxey-Fixey a playa name you think? Why, you'd heard of names like Dust Bunny, Very Vixxen, Muddflats, and Viagra as playa names but, what was that name again, Loxey-dripsey, gloxxy-noxy? Something like that. Reminded you of a child's nursery rhyme on acid. Marina is opening the car doors and asking Cammile and Scott out to her right and you are exiting the vehicle to your left. You see a number of nude greeters - NUDE - just at the next station. You glance to your right and the other station you see a handful of people stripping off their clothing, exposing their very clean naked skin to the hot sun, playa dust swirling at their clean feet. And the greeters are naked except for odd hats and boots, maybe, or shoes of some kind (playa dust is bad for your feet if not washed off a few times a day) and painted skin (penises and breasts absolutely festooned for the occasion!), dusty white bodies of playa alkalines covering every inch, every crack, every wrinkle of the Greeter's bodies; the dust knows no limits at Black Rock City. Poxey and Marina make a single offering to you: "Now, here is what we'd like you to do before we have you ring the bell and become a true Burner, you must do a snowangel in the playadust; here let's ask Dirty Jesus to demonstrate. Hey, Dirty Jesus," hollars Poxey to the next station over. "Could you show these first-timers a playaangel?" Over comes a guy that does look like ... a naked and very dirty Jesus. Seriously. And, then there he is, on his face, belly to the floor, this naked Jesus doing an angel first front-side, and then flopping over to do his back side; he is so covered in playa there is nothing to see! "Whoa!! Ha! Whoa Ha! See, Dirty Jesus knows how to do a playaangel, huh! If you don't do it right he will beat you like gorilla! See," says Marina, leaning into your face, her with breath like gasoline, "that is how it is done right - and only if you show up for Nude Greet! Now, shall we get on with it?" "Yes, let's get on with it! Strip down!" the erstwhile Poxey commands. And you do. -------- more to come in one week ...... | |
| PART ONE ...................... OH I AM ABOUT TO GIVE UP! | Posted 11/24/08 by macpromikem |
| ok. Pastor... something seems wrong. Kindly put up the story I have sent you. See if you are able to cut and paste it in. Dunno why this will not let me do this review - it's a good one! | |
| part ONE!!!!! | Posted 11/24/08 by macpromikem |
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| Part one..... | Posted 11/24/08 by macpromikem |
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| PART ONE | Posted 11/24/08 by macpromikem |
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| TOP NOTCH MIX | Posted 11/22/08 by angelxs |
| Enough said
KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK PASTOR * * * * * | |
| taking you to higher peaks! | Posted 11/22/08 by vespatx |
| This offering is a trip through space and time, around the world and back again!
All perfectly executed by The one......Pastor Blasta! | |
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