Managed to escape for a weekend from the predatory human zoo called civilization. Returned recharged – to fight the banality of evil (averageness, including my personal one). For we risk becoming what we don't fight. Before my energy panels expire forever, someone please take me back to the state of nature also known as 84udo synced to 140 beats per minute (or 604800 per 3 days) – deep in the woods 200KM from Moscow... Where I did it again last Saturday (and very proud of it on the receiving end) – my annual long haul 24 hours spasmodic techno journey. This time to sets by Ryba, Dino Sabatini, Dasha Rush & Lars Hemmerling, Slava Finist and a gig by E.S.S.L. plus some others, all good. Had a tent courtesy of the organizers. Never made inside it though. Would fall asleep under the full moon on a pad by the campfire. Insects thought – must have – I was too easy a prey to be true and paid no attention. The title in the video says JULY 8-10. Just occurred to me it's AUGUST already. Well...

The following video does not pretend to depict the event in its entirety. It's based on some 30 minutes of clipped footage, three or four hours all in all in three days walking around the place with the camera. Naturally, friends get most coverage. The reality of 84udo is beyond the frame of this movie and sure so much more diverse and exciting.


Повсюду враги...

Long overdue.... March 10, 2014: BARTO, electropunk combo from Saint Petersburg hits in high gear our village Tulum, Mexico. Their arrival on the scene prompts the managers of wholesome pastime to just in case lock away the sound equipment. Informed by rational choice theories, my strategic tit-for-tat insistence to unlock it for a gig results in firing of the petitioner. We take our grievance down the road to Vincent Signorelli. The legendary noise rocker whose nitro-music (Swans, Foetus, Unsane) has this power of disarming serial killers on their own ground and silencing helicopters on the battlefield kindly offers us Chalupa, his "lucha libre" rooftop mezcalería – himself on crutches running the hell out of town across the Mexican border as far as Brooklyn, NY... Dear Vinny, this is to report we are done! Finished. No collateral damage. Not this time. Please come back soon. We love you!