I Remember

My pal D-Truss made this video.

It caputres the essence of the Coachella festival for those who lived in the Sahara tent for 3 days.

Here's a look down the rabbit hole.

Thanks D,

Love, the NNPP.



Happy Thursday

Love,

NNPP

Poem #2

Arise and blossom, oh desert rose!
In the strangest of places you happen to grow.
An eagle perched on a mountain bluff
Watches the rose and does other stuff.


[COACHELLA SET TIMES]

Spring In My Heart, Song In My Step

Someone once told me "You're just a weatherman.  WE make the wind blow"
Be the weatherman and the weather.  Control your own destiny as we begin this new season.  
   
Do it better in SEA VEES.  Sea Vees AND socks!  Now you're talkin.
Wear em together or spread it out.  Say it again and again and again.
(Sea Vees and socks!) 
Check out the collection and add a song to your step.
And nothing puts the 'kick' in kicks like a pair of brilliant socks.
Here's something hunter green from RICHER POORER.  They've made socks their business...so that we want to too. 
Footware fit for a chief.  Footware to brave the weather in.  Footware to exit the stratosphere in.  Footware to take you places you aint neva been befo.

You're here to win friend.

Click click saddle up see you on the moon then. 

                      

[have a heart (3 days)]

Floating In Space

4 days before the Coachella Music Festival I find myself in a state of suspended animation.
Suspended until the night-time drive to the Desert...until I breathe in and caress the air of those low-lands and make that place my home.
Use these days leading up to the festival to take stock of your supplies.  
Tighten up loose ends so you can loosen up the tight ones.  You know what I mean?   

Anyway, check out this article from the LA Times:
COACHELLA STAGE

Just hearing the words "Light Columns" "Glow" and "Monolithic Rubik's Cube" in the same article makes me wanna...wannaaaa....it makes me wanna hiyawatha.   

Love,
[(*NNPP*)]

A Nillion To One

If we're gonna have ourselves a proper pool party...we're gonna need some music.
With 7 days to go before the desert meet & greet...I can't think of a more fitting groove to shingle your shack to. 
(Is that a saying?)
Here's hoping Axwell drops this number in the desert next Sunday.
It's incredible. 

"Destiny!  It's yours!  Take it!"
                                      -Achilles (Troy)

Moccasins and Moccasinners #2

Friends, outlaws, traders, and tribesmen...

Came across these cool kicks from the combined foot-fetishes of KEDS and STEVEN ALAN.
Arriving in time for the spring, (at the start of the season we love), forage the forests of music and love in sneakers that will make the wolves howl. 
Don't get cheap on your feet.  I've said it before and I'll say it again - anyone can walk from A to B.
In the spring of 2011...trying walking from A to DAMNNN!!!!

I'm a wandering soul
I got no place of my own
...if you're feeling what I'm feeling c'mon

Fire Water

There's an old Indian saying:  "The brave who brings with him the most water, will surely be chief of the desert."   
Canteens are for vodka - water belongs in EVIAN aerosol misting cans! 
Pull this trick from your sleeve, Cochise, and you too can be chief of the desert. 

What is essential is not what is necessary. 
It's what is so incredibly UNnecessary that it becomes a must-have. 
Get it?

Dream Catcher and The Horse that Got Away

If you didn't feel it before................what about nowwwwwwwwwww.

10 cycles left on the solar clock til the the musically inclined stampede enagages the Coachella valley.  Til sole and soul touch down in the modern Mesopotamia...the fertile crescent that lies in the cupped palms of the Santa Rosa and San Jacinto mountains.  

Festival season is here. 

Last night I had a dream...
I was chasing a runaway horse.  It had escaped the equestrian center and was running wild through a canyon.
At first I tried desperately to catch the horse, and return it to its stable.
But then I stopped. 
I let it run. 
And the further away it ran the more content I became.
This horse was a runner by nature. 
To confine it within the stable walls would be a denial of its destiny. 

As the weather warms and the festival season begins...let your horse run free.  

I'm ready to start.  Are you?

Rain Dance

Navajo Nation –

A discovery was made this weekend:

I was at a Bat Mitzvah (the Jewish version of a Navajo hot stone walk), when the M.C. (the city slicker version of a tribal shaman), brought out a hand-held confetti cannon (the party version of a hand-held confetti cannon). 

The DJ dropped a song, then pulled the trigger on a 3 foot tube that exploded a ribbon shower. 

Ties were loosened, arms were raised, and a traditional Bat Mitzvah reception was catapulted into 21^st century big-time crazy rave.

It went from religious obligation to religious experience!

People started doing crazy things, the music seemed better, and the “dressy-casual” dance floor stalkers seemed to pulsate against a rainbow confetti rain.

It was a Bat Mitzvah miracle and a revelation was had by yours truly. 

Going to shows we try to harness that power, and then enhance our experiences with the knowledge we gain.

Here was a way to harness the power of a party-defining treat for the senses. 

...and who knew that Bat Mitzvah’s would be such a great resource for finding new shiiit!

Get one at PREMIER GLOW and give your disciples something to pray for. 

Fedde Le Grand did it...you can too! 

Fourteen Days

Nothing to see here, officer.
Just a Friday hello.

Take me underground
Take me all the way
Bring me to the fire
Throw me into the flames
 (...Fun in the desert in 14 days)

If you couldn't feel it before...what about NOW?