A Crew That Conquered.
All photos by the one and only: Ali Parker (http://lifeofalimarie.blogspot.ca/)
This is an epic about a crew that conquered at The Squamish Valley Musicfestival.
A crew that stretched before shows,
A crew that knew shortcuts and cheat codes
They bought ipod docks and built temporary tent fortresses with Walmart receipts
They sold tickets for half price because this
crew that threw sit down dance parties when heads and calves were too swollen to walk.
They were a hectic collective of
Ninja spirits their martial art – was groovin it.
They were students, planters, dream and music enthusiasts, and
Like last minute money transfer emails they
..In 8 passenger multi coloured caravans
that read like CAD-A-LLAC -no cataracts
sights were set and solid like standards and musicfest manors
This is not a claim of “THE BEST”
Because there were better and definitely worse.
But if good vibes died, these mutha fuckas put the herse in reverse
They woke mutually hung like hippy blankets
While the promise of base, shiftin first morning crumpled shapes
They carried eyes of wide into it, and with pupils like pulleys
they moved awkward stares to vibe on stage
they cut through crowd discomfort with loose shoulder blades
sharing green breath, sweat, beer and vocal sprays.
affluent in life and crowd currents
they flowed through Rock and Hip Hop
like rap/actors- Childish Gambino
ALL in at the Love Life Casino
Apex predators, T-rex style and Lyrical executioners
like ‘A-KILL’ from Jurrasic 5
Harmony hexes for ear drums and anvils,
No Coachella, complexes.
Others wanted Macklemore, it overlapped, yet was thatch-able,
-sprint through moving mazes, as the crowd changes
from South to North facing forces
overhearing Garibaldi peak gawks- like: “Oh my GOSH -it is Gorgeous”
but eased by gluten free eateries with organic beef
melted cheese mushrooms making mundane magic
mouthing mute words like “This is INSANE”
mental barriers decay via Acid corrosion -not rot,
embraced not fought
psychedelics its mental, natural and chemical
molly slips like fun cop tickets,
real security was subliminal, action level set to minimal
They rattled senses of superior concensus
LIKE “holly shit” did that guy just slip between the fabric zap strapped to the fences
Care free, contagious nature.
The Heavy caught on, droppin day HOWL hooks
Until Gogol Bordello’s wagon unloaded heel stomps and head bangs as clenched fists pump
-The reins synched for the Band of Horses
Crowd hummin lyrics but thundering courses
Paths cut by the kings of the rock era – the queens of the stone age
to head bang continuous- rock out in circles flowing and liberuous
neck well lubricated like vagina on vertebrae
As girls admire the collective climax of a weekend
leaving life filaments bright and feeling it-
-attracting midnight butterflies.
They carried the final set of the festival
to an honourable dewy grassen grave
glow in the dark baton’s
leading a 1000 person, campground parade
“If you got the beats you can come!
…If you don’t got the beats…you can come!”
And we invite you to do so sisters and
BRO. Cause this crew that conquered
would love to jive witch on the West Coast at
another rad Music Festival
One of the best crews that ever lived.
A biased* collection of wordsbywoods.