Music and Gaming Festival Perspective Spectacle

Day Two

I’m back at the Soap­box again. Fun­ny enough, known psy­cho­log­i­cal prin­ci­ples con­tin­ue to be rein­forced. All one has to do is act like he/she/they knows what they’re doing, and peo­ple will make way.

[mks_pullquote align=“left” width=“280” size=“35” bg_color=”#40345e” txt_color=”#ddbbaf”]“Don’t let him have the micro­phone… he just screams.”[/mks_pullquote]

He was here yes­ter­day.”

They don’t like me here. Unsur­pris­ing­ly, pre­dictable dis­cus­sions con­tin­ue to reign. I’m going to scream again as soon as I’m giv­en the oppor­tu­ni­ty. Then again, I’ve got more micro­phones in my bag with XLR con­nec­tors.…

These peo­ple are dupli­cates of one anoth­er, and they aren’t inter­est­ed in hear­ing any­thing out­side their per­spec­tive.

Then again, I’m just a bit­ter old man, I guess. I see dan­ger in their lack of imag­i­na­tion. But I’m here — behind the speak­ers, typ­ing. They seem to be okay with it. I’m not so sure I’m not actu­al­ly going to be sick — the way they speak is painful. They think these sto­ries are new; they think few peo­ple have ever heard ska before.

That dis­cus­sion led to some self-described “met­al­heads” tak­ing the stage. They’re talk­ing about how “met­al falset­to” tends to “weird peo­ple out,” and I can­not help but won­der how met­al still thinks it has any counter-cul­tur­al ener­gy what­so­ev­er. How has youth fall­en to a state of such blind­ness? Why were we giv­en com­mu­ni­ty, any­way?

I’m start­ing to think it was bet­ter when we were all alone.

Now, a man with a beard is ask­ing if we’d like to dis­cuss “legal­i­ty vs. moral­i­ty.”

I like Cal­i­for­nia things.… is it moral?”

No. Fuck my ass­hole.

The biggest ene­my of pot is alco­hol.”

I inter­rupt­ed to ask the crowd for booze.


I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to help them, or myself. I’m start­ing to believe that Extra­tone should not endeav­or to “redis­cov­er rel­e­vance,” but to redis­cov­er coun­ter­cul­ture. Or per­haps… study rep­e­ti­tion.

Though I’ve been pro­mot­ing so much that “extra­tone dot com!” can now occa­sion­al­ly be heard from strangers through­out the fes­ti­val. Today has taught me that I do  have com­rades, some­where.

Let’s hope I don’t lose it.