MIDSOMMAR ON MUSHROOMS

It's my bday I'll throw an ambient rave if I want to

It’s my Jesus Year birthday

I’ll throw an ambient rave if I want to 

No OnE wAnTs tO wOrk aNymOrE 

So let’s fuck around and frolic under the sun!

The vibe is — 

Daytime hedonism 

Transapocalyptic twerking 

Ambient gabber to relax and focus to 

All builds no kicks 

Pointillistic trance 

Lorenzo Senni on LSD

Midsommar on mushrooms 

Hey,

Remember when I said

Well baby dreams come true

Dropping the time + location in our Discord

Freaks + friends only — this is not a public event lol

Bring a blanket - snacks - candles - flowers - shrooms 

See u soon <3

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Birthdays are the best time to look back at all the bullshit you’ve done, so this week (following the lead of my fellow Capriquarius cusp sis Anna!), I’m recapping recent Rave New World hits:

SCENE REPORT: OMICRON RAVES

Spooky tales of wildfires shutting down renegade raves, Gen Zs forging rapid tests on the dancefloor, New York’s “post”-Omicron party scene, and the cringeyness of talking about COVID at the rave. Plus, how the nightlife discourse is shifting.

SUCK DICK, CARRY NARCAN

Dirty gives me the feeling of flying down Orchard Street from East Houston to Canal, high as fuck, hot air from the subway grates in my hair and no one expecting me nowhere.

PSYCHEDELIC HEALING SHACK

Gather around the fire, children, and let me tell you about one of the trippiest wormholes I fell down this year. I don’t know if there is a moral to this story, yet it still feels like a fable… somewhere in these shadows lies a grim truth about psychedelic healing, which has always involved shit, bile, puke, violence, demons, ancient rituals, the occult. (Don’t let the glossy aesthetics of today’s VC-funded ketamine clinics or microdosing apps fool you—this has always been what it’s about.) 

CAN YOU MAKE GOD-TIER MUSIC ON KETAMINE?

Recently I sat down with Jon Hopkins in a hotel lobby in Austin, and the question leaping off my tongue was: how the fuck do you make music on ketamine? Our conversation ended up spiraling into Jon’s evolving relationship with psychedelics, and it turns out the answer to my question was even weirder than I imagined.

SHROOM MOM

Shroom Mom is an elegant eccentric in her 50s who grows dozens of psychedelic and adaptogenic mushrooms in her sprawling bungalow—and sells them to the Hollywood stars who happen to be her neighbors. We met a year ago at a dinner party, where she told the table about an S&M club where dominatrixes feed you psychedelics before cracking their whips. (Now you see why I’m obsessed!)

PARTYING AFTER THE PLAGUE

At a mansion party in Malibu hosted by another psychedelic queen, they were serving Molly water elevated with sparkling water and a dash of limoncello bitters. Rare psychedelics were also on deck, including microdosed ibogaine served on a platter. Welcome to the psychedelic frontier.

DANCEFLOOR DYSPHORIA

The truth is that everyone approaches the playpit in their own time, cycling through each stage of re-emergence like phases like the moon. We stagger to the shore like windswept sailors who’ve survived a tsunami: assessing the damage, picking up the pieces, trying to build a new life from the wreckage. There is no standard risk calculus: some are too anxious to share a joint, while others never stopped spiraling. So instead of cohesion, it’s really just chaos and confusion, everybody shuffling in syncopation while struggling to find their feet. 

GRIEF IS AN EXTENDED RELEASE

I have never lost someone I loved this hard before so I keep asking my homies, what is this thing called grief, this bitter extended release pill that keeps blooming inside me. One of my friends said that death is the end of the multiverse of potentialities, and when you lose the infinitudes of intertwined futures with somebody, you can simply consider their story from beginning to end. This, I think, is a form of grace.

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