Here's the tantric sex lady taking a break from showing us all how to exercise our p.c.g. muscles and instead, was having a bit of a semi-supine shimmy while John Crow and friends were performing nearby. The words spoken were deep, and the atmosphere decadent, but that's how it is at events like these.
Another of my "hand over
my head" pics for you to gawp at, this one taken on the main dancefloor
blasting out trance
for those present to
put in the exercise.
The
next two pics feature John Crow on the mic, indulging in some poetical
shamanism. At a party I found myself at a place down in Borough, S.London
called 'Green Angels' a few weeks earlier, he recited a poem that you see
him doing, which drew the repeated response from a stocky American bloke
nearby of "Whoo! Yeah! F*** me up the ass!" Somehow, I don't think Pam
Ayres has ever gotten that reaction to her work (but then again, maybe
she has, and she prefers to keep quiet about it).
In the second pic, hazy as it is, J.C. does look a little like that
bod from the mega-reclusive UK rap group (and unlikely mobile phone salesmen)
the Stereo M.C.'s.
As well as rave and poetry,
political/social discussion
was to be found at the
D.O.E. too. Here's a snap of a bloke named Dave Oshana, taken as he was
involved in what he liked to call a "Total
Freedom Dialogue" with a member of the public on any issue that they
chose to discuss. He wasn't too pleased that I took a snap of him in full
flow (probably thought I was on Jack Straw's payroll, I guess). If I was
telepathic, I'd have projected the reason I'd taken his pic
into his subconscious,
but I'm not, so a shrug of the shoulders from yours truly had to suffice
at that moment.
Rounding things off for now, here's a pic featuring the landlady of a colleague of mine temping for the moment at the Lewis Carroll and Mildmay libraries named Theo, caught having a early morning dance, as the d.j. started playing some choice rare groove (James Brown, Parliament, various 70's/80's floor fillers and a classic Barry White song shamelessly sampled by Robbie Williams to bolster that 'Rock D.J.' ditty of his - you'll recognise it from the intro alone). Her name's Lynne and I actually spoke to her in a music tent at the Big Green Gathering, down in Wiltshire the previous summer while waiting for a band to come onto the stage. She's a bit of a funky granny, as you can see (though you can't see it from the scan, the couple at the bottom right of the snap are both sharing a polo mint between each other). I've been told that the 'Den Of Enlightenment' occurs fornightly, but for further details, check out the 'Parallel YOUniversity' homepage, if you want to know more.
