“I played on a giant bus with a wall of speakers on one side and heart suspended above. And then a tall man with a walking staff tapped me on the shoulder and told me it was time to go. All my friends were waiting for me on a giant white bed and we floated across the desert where I played house music for another three hours. There was a buffalo on a skate board and drinks were served from a motorized smurf cooler…”
Those are the words of my good friend Zach Moore who simply served up a concise and factual account of one 7-hour chunk of my Burning Man experience this year.