November 1, 2002

  • AB_XNFp reminded me of two happy things.

    1) Halloween with Crash Worship. MarcoPolo was there, too. All the Crowleyites I’d been talking to on BBSes were there, but I was too shy to talk to them, even after having just shared an intentionally overstimulating few hours writhing against everyone’s bodies, moist with sweat and the wine and water that were poured over us by the band.

    There was a jack-o-lantern that was getting kicked around like a soccer ball, and I started burning money in it ceremoniously. Thankfully I had ones. People started joining me. Some guy eventually put his paycheck in. You do crazy shit when it’s Halloween and Crash Worship has assaulted your senses.

    2) Fast forward to next May. It’s Beltaine and Crash Worship again regales us with their sensory onslaught, only this time in a field near a little town in central Texas called Dripping Springs. It’s a real place.

    The flood waters came and we barely got out of there in time, only to be trapped later on the banks of the mighty swollen Guadalupe.

    The next morning, while we watched TV and fooled around and waited for the water to subside, was when I decided I liked Shari Lewis and her Amazing Wind-Up Hand. Ask me to demonstrate next time you see me.

    Thanks to AB for the happy memories.

Comments (4)

  • forgive my ignorance here, but i’m not familiar with Crash Worship…is there someone in the band with the last name Crowley, or are you talking about followers of Aleister Crowley? are you a Thelemite?

  • next time i see you, i will.  see?  you just made a promise.

  • I suppose a little explanation is in order. Crash Worship was (is?) a noise band doing chaos rituals across this vast land of ours. They’d show up, start drumming, set off firecrackers, dance with fire, turn on fog machines until you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face, fire up smoke bombs (not the kind you get at the shack outside city limits, but the kind the military uses to guide helicopters to a specific hilltop), burn stuff, spray the revellers with water and wine, throw handfuls of glitter and flour in the air, and generally transgress all the rules of decorum and personal space. You knew going in that you were going to come out with a layer of crap on your skin, and that you might need to throw away your clothes.

    The local Crowleyites (yes, Thelemites) liked that sort of thing. And so did I.

  • wow, intense. and kinda gross. =O) vince and i have a Thelemite friend, very intriguing belief system. would love to hear your thoughts on it sometime.

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