A spell was cast over viewer and performer alike. Even the complainers were silenced, for something extraordinary was happening, something they, too, sensed if not understood. Calcatronica wasn’t just an electronic music festival. It was the fulfillment of a promise made by the squatters who repopulated the dead village in the sixties. The ones who forsook heat and running water in order to live cheaply in a cave and make art.
Outdoor performances in Oregon are just beginning to ramp up, but I'm hoping to see Brandi Carlile in Bend over Labor Day (she makes me wish I was a lesbian). :-)
Outdoor performances in Oregon are just beginning to ramp up, but I'm hoping to see Brandi Carlile in Bend over Labor Day (she makes me wish I was a lesbian). :-)