Electric Jam

So as I sit lay in my couch trying to ignore and possibly rid myself of these horrible pains and soreness brought to me by Ultra. The two-day event was exhausting but at the same time I must say it will be hard if not impossible (depending on whether the cuts on my feet close or form scars) to forget. While I was there, I couldn’t help but notice a commonly overlooked fact; Ultra and other music festivals THESE DAYS will eventually be remembered in a similar way as legends such as Woodstock and so on. Now that I’ve sparked your appetite a little, I should probably explain Ultra from the attendee’s view… Right when I entered the event on Friday afternoon, I was greeted by thumping bass in the distance from all corners of Bicentennial Park. I was also confronted with a distinct dilemma; the previous activities of my day were creeping up on me at a concerning rate. While this may have been the root problem, the circumstances certainly did not help (as I looked ahead at a series of various lines varying anywhere from a little more than a few to a little less than too many people waiting to use the multiple Porto-Potties. Luckily for me I used them under the veil of night (because like many things in this world, the light brings light to things that ain’t so bright.) Ironically enough, I can compare the toilets to my favorite event within Ultra! (Well… in a very hygienically negligent way for that matter…) Day-Glo was a blast; I have never had so much fun getting bottles of washable glow-in-the-dark paint and jumping around getting messy to loud electronic music. To say the least, Ultra was a star-studded event that graces the people in attendance with a list of performers rarely gazed upon by ANY music-lover (or people who just have a hard time living within the boundaries of everyday society… like that girl who was walking around tickling people with a feather.) So in closing, do I regret all of my Ultra-induced injuries? No way, I’ll wear them proudly once I can walk again… or nod my head…