You might’ve heard it’s
like a music festival, only better and crazier and in the desert.
You might be right.
You might’ve heard it’s
the best fucking party of the year.
You might be right.
You might’ve heard it’s a
hedonistic conglomeration of naked hippies doing drugs in the desert and
experimenting with being spiritual.
You might be right.
You might’ve heard it’s
too late, the Burningman golden years are behind us, and the once underground,
anything-but-mainstream art & people festival has reached its tipping point
into the popular and will never be what it once was.
You might be right.
You might have never heard
anything about it at all.
I have been going to
Burningman every year since my first, in 2011. And trying to describe the whole
experience in words is a bit like trying to describe what the whole experience
of listening to music is like. Only harder. It is like trying to describe the
experience of listening to music, while watching an experimental film that is
about making a film about making a film about making art, while getting your
painfully sunburned back rubbed with coconut oil.
First of all, Burningman
is something different to everyone. Everyone gets turned on by a different part
of it. So to say it is this or it is that might not reflect someone
else’s experience at all. And that is one of the many beautiful things about
it. It is like life, it is art, it means something different depending on the
point of view.
Also like life and art,
you get out of it what you are willing to put into it, and if you want, you can
just drift by on the surface, never really letting it in. Or. You can allow your
heart to really dive in, you can allow yourself to try new things, allow yourself
to be something new, get out of your
comfort zone, be moved by somethings,
be generous of yourself, and maybe uncover some buried treasure out in the
Let’s get some things
It is not just a party. But it is an incredible place to party. It is a
place to get in the spirit of celebration. Of communion. Of expression. And
maybe a little debauchery. I personally don’t like hitting it too hard that I
miss out on any of the juice the experience has to offer because I am stuck in
a toilet, or bed, or hooked up to an IV in the medical tent (although a
late-week IV-aided rehydration is not the worst thing to happen at the burn).
Moderation can go a long way at Burningman. And hydration must be a priority.
Indulgence has its place too.
It is not a music festival with headlining acts being the main
attraction. Although music is a part of it. And bigger and bigger DJs come out
every year and perform sets. If that is your thing, great. Get it. Do it. Run
around seeing some of your favorite DJs spin at some of the coolest settings
you will ever get to see them. A giant LED-pyramid with flame explosions
blasting up around the perimeter at every beat drop. A giant unicorn-shaped-bus
driving around next to an LED-rainbow-fish that is driving around next to a giant
yacht on wheels. Sunrise at an art-car that looks like a robot with the
greatest sound-system on the playa. This is a major possibility at the burn.
It is not based on a system of bartering. This is the most common misconception I hear from people
who have never been. It is so much more magical than bartering. Burningman is
run on a gift economy. Bartering at the burn would still feel like exchanging
currency. Getting something and in exchange giving something of close to equal
value. Instead, the burn is fueled by gifting. True gifting. Giving without any
thing given in return.
Citizens of Black Rock
City get to practice giving and receiving. Being a giver. And being a receiver.
As a receiver you practice gratitude. And you don’t cheapen the experience of
the giver by feeling the need to give something back to make it equal, you can
instead connect with the person, and genuinely receive the gift. As the giver,
you get to practice focusing out. You get to see someone’s face light up
because of your generosity. The magic created in a city run on gifting is hard
to describe. Where every bar serves free drinks. Where grilled cheeses are
handed out like flyers. Where you could ask anyone for a drink of water, if you
are in need. Where random cherished moments of gifting are happening all over
the place at any given time. The freedom it allows the citizen. And also the
responsibility created by it is something special.
Burningman in a big way is
an experiment in what society could be. Is it ultimately sustainable? Like
could you actually live there all
year long and create a utopia for all the world to learn from? No.
The actual event is not sustainable.
First off, it is held in an environment difficult to exist in, to say the
least. And if anything serious, or urgent happens medically, you have to be
flown out to Reno by helicopter. But also, the amount of resources required to
create Burningman is massive. I mean
it is a city of now 70,000 people after all. Let’s be honest, the burn is not
green, although it makes an effort. And the necessary Leave No Trace principle
is an important part of the burn. Without it, the barren, gorgeous, natural
landscape that Black Rock City is built upon would be left a landfill after one
However, the Ten Principles
of Burning Man (radical inclusion, radical self-reliance, radical
self-expression, gifting, decommodification, leaving no trace, communal effort,
civic responsibility, participation, and immediacy), and the countless other lessons
you have the possibility of living during your time at the burn, do stand a
good chance of changing how you live your life outside of Black Rock City. For
Experiencing a city built
on creativity, built on self-expression, built on participation, does something
to the participator. It allows a freedom not often nurtured elsewhere in the
world. It says yes to how you choose
to express, which can create something special within you. When you are not
afraid of being judged, when you are not afraid of being seen, when you are not
afraid to be who you are, you might discover just that, who you are.
You are a straight guy, but want to wear a
blue-plaid-dorothy-from-the-wizard-of-oz dress and maybe kiss a bearded man on
You are a young woman who has often felt ashamed of
your body and un-trustworthy around men, but you want to get naked and ride
your bike around to practice accepting yourself and trusting others?
You are a young man feeling free and generous in
the moment, so you want to wear no pants, and a zebra vest, and offer pickles
from a jar to random passersby?
Cool. Cool. Cool.
How would you dance if you
weren’t afraid of how it looked? Who would you be without the fear of being
judged? Who would you allow yourself to be? What would you dress in if the
normal dress code was somewhere between naked and Dr-Suessian-Alice-In-Wonderland-Mad-Max-Halloween-New-Years-Party-On-Mars?
These are some of the
questions Burningman allows us to explore.
Every year is different
from the next at the burn. Because every year is built by a different
combination of people and ideas. The structure is more or less the same. But
the expression varies. Burningman is not created solely by event organizers.
There are no “event staff” running around in yellow shirts.
Black Rock City is built
slightly different every year because it
is built by its citizens. By those who show up. So whatever ideas the
people going decided to make happen, are what create the experience that year.
It is a beautiful thing to realize. If you
weren’t there, all the people who you interact with would have had a different
burn. The guy you thanked for his art piece. The girl you gave a cold popsicle
to during a hot day. The stranger you randomly felt inspired to hug. You create
a part of the experience, and the whole experience
would be different if you weren’t in it.
There are some aspects of
the burn you can always count on.
Bringing too much of
Not bringing enough of
Hilarious attempts at art.
Fire. You can count on
And lots of lights.
And the temple.
structurally because it is burned every year, there is always a temple. The
designated sacred space. The one place off limits to anything goes radical
self-expression if that expression disrespects, or disrupts, the visitors of
the temple. The one place where partying is seriously frowned upon. Some people
go the whole burn without ever stepping inside. Or go once and don’t really get
The temple is a place to
go to connect. To loved ones. To lost ones. To yourself. To your fears. To your
dreams. To strangers. To beauty. And to whatever it is that weaves all of those
By the end of the week,
written on every accessible inch, the temple is covered in the wishes of the
visitors. The fears. The prayers. The messages for those who have died. Just
reading one small section of the wall and you might see yourself in the writing
of another. You might weep for someone else’s pain. You might learn something
And at the end of the
week, the only event during the burn held in silence (or mostly silence), the
temple burns to the ground along with everything written on its walls. The
symbolism is clear. Whatever you wrote on the walls. Whatever you experienced
in the temple. Whatever you left in there. Is burned up. Turned to ash. And you
can practice letting go.
Even if the structure
itself was the most beautiful place you’ve ever seen, or you had one of the
most beautiful experiences of your life within it, you won’t be able to hold
onto the place where it happened, it will be burned. So you will have to look
inside yourself for the experience. Not outside.
That is one of my favorite
aspects of Burningman. It is temporary at it’s core. You will have to let go.
You will have to say goodbye. The only thing you will be left with is yourself,
and maybe a dusty gifted necklace. The burn allows us to accept the transitory
nature of life. This too shall pass.
There’s the Man himself. The magnificent wooden
edifice that is the center of the clock shaped city. A man, built by many. The
Man, idolized the whole week, only to burned down in a raucous, primal, savage
celebration complete with a massive firework show, and a long awaited cheer
when he finally falls. Off with his head.
There are many
interpretations of who or what the Man represents. Burningman is
full of symbolism if you care to see it. So what does the Man mean? Again,
different depending on who you ask.
I sometimes have an
experience of being very grounded and open and expansive. Infinite. I had one
of these moments recently and I described to myself that,
“I feel like the man.”
Well, who is this man?
The highest version of
myself at that time.
And then I realized that’s
what Burningman is to me, celebrating and dancing in the highest version of
myself at the time. And ceremoniously burning him down.
Because the ultimate
celebration isn’t a celebration of me
but a celebration of WE. And that the
highest version of me changes moment to moment. So burn him down, and go have
another year of building and burning!
Know that YOU are
transitory. Moving from one phase to the next. You are never in the same place
twice, even if it feels that way sometimes.
So what is Burningman?
A blank canvas. Society as
art. A festival. A once-in-a-lifetime experience. Go find out for yourself.
I’ll leave you with
something I posted on the way to my third burn. And a time-lapse that inspired it.
So, we are all these points of light. Viewed through a
different lens, that’s what we are. I mean, look at a time lapse of Burningman
at night. All these lights zipping around, pulsing, and changing color. No one
light better or more important than another. No light more beautiful than one
other. Ultimately we are all the same, could you say one light in that time
lapse is different than another? Could you say one light is better? We only
express perceived differences of time, frequency, hue, brightness, and size.
And now lights from all over the world are converging upon the desert once again
to express their pattern more wholly and with more passion than the default. We
come from all over to celebrate the understanding that we are all rainbows. We
come together to experience the power of our separate progressions connecting
into one living, breathing, blinking, shifting, 60,000 heart, symphony of
lights. Shine on you crazy diamonds.
2009-2011 me: internet troll. luigi icons. said TROLOLOLOL unironically and took pride in Trolling others for the lulz
2012 me: my golden years. yes there was my anti-sjw phase and also my pretentious hetalia fan phase but i was genuinely so fun to be around. those were my golden internet years. also when i began to love yuri
2013-2014 me: embrassing sj years. absolutely no sense of humor. just. embarassing. hung out w/ a bad crowd
2015 me: not as funny as 2012 me, but much more physically attractive. the girls would dig 2015 me more. i got some of my sense of humor back
Today is a holy day because it’s both David Bowie’s 67 birthday & what would have been Elvis’s 79th birthday. To celebrate, let’s enjoy together this picture of David Bowie with John Lennon at the 1975 Grammy awards. Lennon looks dashing in his bedazzled Elvis dinner jacket & Bowie is wearing the fuck out of that tux & fedora. The combination of their style and charm puts my mind in KISS HIM! mode & I ain’t gonna fight it! Not today on the holiest of holy birthdays.