#7 STOLEN CORPORATION

By J.J. Colagrande

Time went by so fast. I spent so much of it looking for Keith but like it was totally time to see some music. What was I supposed to do? I had a job. And I called him repeatedly. His phone kept going to voicemail. I bet the ding-dong left his charger at home. Ay-yi-yi. And he was probably lost without a GPS. Or maybe stuck  in line. I heard the line wasn’t the most efficient. Someone rather bitterly told me they waited six hours. I guess I could understand the frustration of journeying a huge epic mission, traveling from all over the country and just when you thought you made it to your destination, boom–gridlock traffic. I even spoke to some peeps about the subject. Most of the kids I interviewed didn’t mind the wait–once they were inside. They said it sucked while going through it–but it no longer mattered in the least. I hoped Keith was dealing. We really haven’t been together that long but I knew he hated lines. Which was so strange because the cat was a certified yoga instructor–you’d think he knew how to exercise patience. One date night we were at the Angelika to see Exit Through The Gift Shop and he practically threw a conniption fit waiting to get in. Keith. I also hoped at some point he possessed the common sense to borrow someone’s cell-phone to call his own voicemail and check his messages. That way he could find out where I set up the tent. If he didn’t check his messages, he might’ve had problems finding me. Knowing him, he’d try to find me without technology–with his Cali vibe feelers–it was kind-a cute, I guess. That was how he met me, actually. If he had his phone at Oracledang…  Whatever–I was watching Thievery Corporation. And. Wow. They sounded dope! Thievery Corporation was formed as deejay duo and they blossomed into one of the best live acts in the country.  They had that whole unity collective vibe! A little bit of this, and a little bit of that–we are the world!! They get it, they got it, and they knew it was good. OMG–especially when Brazilian vocalista Karina Zeviani sung Verny Varela’s ‘Exilio’. “Ven ven vente a bailar!!”  This siren actually came into the crowd and hyped us up, bouncing, singing. This represented what a music festival was all about–on the real fo real–everyone came together in one big grid of pure synergy and love. Thanks TC and Karina. I filmed it . . .

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