Why so serious?
Some years ago we had a summer review here in mushroom magazine. It was not exactly favourable for the German summer – because the weather was rather crappy. It was rainy, it was cold… You know how it is.
Shortly after we published that article, we received a mail from a well-known festival promoter. He was outraged: How could we make such bad publicity for the German open air season, this kind of report was preposterous, and so on. On another occasion I sent some interview questions to a popular producer, asking him, among other things, about artists and releases he liked at the moment. He was not amused and replied: This question has nothing to do with me or my music, I won’t answer it. It‘s these moments – and believe me: it‘s business as usual – when I wonder: Why so damn serious?
It‘s the particular humour of German-speaking countries. Could well be, but it ain‘t. I experience this phenomenon all around the world.
Dream job: Monopoly
What looks like a dream job from the outside is really “a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs”. On the one side, there‘s an exponentially growing number of people who produce music, parties, art, and consciousness. On the other side, there‘s a relatively constant number of people who might or might not consume all that stuff. If you don‘t happen to be one of those immortal dinosaurs of the scene, and if you decide to take a creative break, you‘ll be erased from the collective consciousness within a few months. Real talent disappears in the ever growing noise of industrious imitators. As a matter of fact, this whole Monopoly game is not so different from what happens in big corporations.
It’s serious shit, so what
The Goa scene is suffering from a chronic lack of self-deprecating humor. Love yourself before you can truly love others: Looking at the meticulously styled fairy dance of a festival you might wonder exactly where this turns into full-blown narcissism. Having fun, be happy, be free? Sure, that‘s pretty much what‘s happening. Self-deprecating humour? Not so much. The whole Berlin Techno / Deep House thing with its deliberately ugly and ironic fashion and it‘s kafkaesque glorification of excessive and fucked-up behaviour – yeah, there‘s a fair bit of self-deprecating humor in it. But then again this scene is a chiefly hedonistic movement, it‘s all about fun. Whereas the Psytrance scene is all about a better world, the next level of global consciousness, and all that – serious shit, indeed.This article appeared first in our print edition.