Oh man. Stealth rave was a weird one. While I was working at that vacuum shop I noticed an alternative school behind our shop
suddenly become empty. When I saw a bunch of conspicuous teens walking out one day I got the idea.
Throw a rave in there.
Once I got off work I immediately texted my friend Rachel to ask if she wanted to scout out this spot with me. You can
read a little about that here.
Once we found the place was fitting, I got to work. The next day I cleaned up the floor, moved all the furniture, and swept up
any papers and some rat poo. I made sure to take some souvenir blueprints that were scattered all over the floor. They now hang in my
studio. Blueprints on the wall (not contaminated with poo)
There wasn't much time to waste as I was certain the premises would be locked down soon. There was no fencing, no locks, and no signs. We had
to act fast. During work I created the first voicemail system on google voice for ETA. We still have the number and occasionally use
it for events. 218-ETA-RAVE! The voicemail listed some funny rules for the spot, how to get there, and the coordinates.
Unsurprisingly, more than a few kids were not able to figure out the cooridnate situation LOL. I also specifically remember Holly
forgetting to hang up so I was left with a full uninterupted three minute long voicemail of her talking about whatever random shit she ends up talking about and it was
amazing.
Quite a few other voicemails left were genuine reactions of a friend group. I imagined them huddled together quieting each other to
hear the voicemail through a singular phone speaker. At least it would create some fun memorable moments in people's lives, I think.
After work I loaded up my generator in my car along with two PA speakers I borrowed from Plexos and we posted up on one of the
massive blueprinting tables. It was a pretty janky setup. I didn't have the mixer for my Denon's yet because it was on backorder,
so I used a weird three channel Numark mixer I bought from Adam at Diabolical Records. We set up as quick as possible and went to town. I always knew this sick pic of Lambo would come in handy some day.
Lambo, Ghostacy, Loren, and me played a jumbled b2b of whatever was on our USB's. I remember playing a lot of my originals which were
soooo crusty at that time but all the punks were there and they ate it up. The only lights in the room that night came from the skylight above
that conveniently allowed viewing of the moon, and of course the screens on the decks.
People spent time exploring the abandoned house, climbing the roof, smoking and dancing away a soft Saturday night. Punks on the roof
But like all good things do, it came to an end. Midway through a B2B with Lambo and Stacy I noticed everyone stop dancing. Weird. Why is everyone looking at me?
Then I heard a foreign voice yell over the speakers. Cops. I couldn't tell he was shining a flashlight in my eyes because we already had some flashlights
set up from the same direction. Nothing came of it. They knew they had nothing. There were six of them but the one that did the talking seemed to take it all
very personally for some reason. He kinda fumbled it not gonna lie. He couldn't figure out what to do so he just yelled at me telling me I could be charged with a felony (not true).
Either way it was fun. We won't be doing it again though. Salt Lake City is too small and too... crimeless...
Nothing like what we did in LA with Tabula Rasa.
Photo of the house
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