Freaky Deaky – 2 Nights at Aragon Ballroom


Lines formed outside The Aragon Ballroom whilst we stood in a chill that embraced a left over pizza feel and drowned in blank stares. We waited in the excitement like an electron moving from the next level of sub-shells. Igniting bonds that integrated the relationship of inebriation.

Patted down and taking pictures within the crowd. The mask seems to break the ice of the enigmatic intimacies a stranger’s caressing eyes.

Inside the venue, the atmosphere was gorgeous – like an Italian country side or an opera house colliding with lasers of the future. Fantasies rang between these walls such of an historical novel. When the music struck me as I entered the pathways into the theatre; I became alive!

Crowds adorned in costumes and swaying into the music. The electricity of souls singing with a freedom which has became found started to reflect upon the endless smiles. Halloween allowed an escape of the alter ego and the one day out of year that the world can become in touch with their sexuality and not be shunned with disapproval. A happiness was instantly felt and we made our way through the crowd to get closer to Klingande as their saxophonist soloed before our eyes.

Oliver Heldon came ready for the night. OH was displayed behind him as my mind began to drift with the Oxygen and Hydrogen mixing with the music. The bonding of hydroxide; the acidic feel traveled deep down and moved me within the aggressiveness of triple drums patterns and melodic rhythms.

I was completely in the moment when suddenly, I fucking found him! Standing above on the balcony. The world stood in slow motion and the music became deafened to my ears. Everyone was smiling but there he was! Just there; staring at me!

IT!

Standing out like a bloody lion amongst a herd of zebra. Dancing with his single red balloon. Gleaming with reflections of lasers.

There.
Just standing.
With his
creepy
clown
smile!

Jaws inspired deep house rhythms began streaming through the air. Sound bites Stripped away into the crowd who became consumed deep within its surrender.

The beauty that was hidden by the media. Was it all along the emotion of happiness we should be awarding? Was it not just as pertinent as the sadness which my adolescent overlooked in a stubborn focused Amy Whinehouse obsession. Those who found themselves intrigued with unworthiness. A running lie an award for nothing that would serve real substance for humanity as an evolutionary species. Realness was just to understand companionship vibration and happiness! Was something happening here ? A return to mother earths rehabilitation. A disturbance of our character pealing it from our core. The light, the being, the realness undermined we are grounded within a core of a red light.

During the second night I found that Dillon Francis seemed to have drawn in a harder crowd. His music selection was diverse blends mixture of pop, rap, dance, and dub. He had every single person in the room singing along to Kendrick Lamar and relentlessly threw down drop after drop. His music took his fans out of their brains and into the repeating patterns of dubstep growls and high energy dance beats.

The night shuffled by as we swam through the Halloween creatures. Costumes, brightened faces, and the thrill of being the mysterious woman behind a painted face liberated us from ourselves. The change of representing something other than a face pushed the ego to take a back seat to this new character. Our bodies shuttled the costumes of our own choosing and the separation opened me to understand our bodies as just that but a vessel in which we can utilize for only a short period of time. Halloween was a time to of complete displacement of how what we define in ourselves as a being. In hopes of what this separation of ego will eventually teach us to perceive.

 

Photo Credit: George Mulcahy | Freaky Deaky

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