I'm not posting often here, but I wanna share something:
Today I'm 30.
I thought I would never reach that. However, just add 4 years of babysitting, 20 of studies, 6 of work and here you are.
One day, you wake up with that age that categorizes you among the old ones, those who make the average age of a party or festival rise. Those who prefer to drive a break instead of a coupé, those who don't undertsand all those new technologies, those who prefer their 5 year old jeans, those who don't get what all the young ones find so interesting in these new darkish musics...
Count 1 billion seconds, that's it you're 30. That's nothing after all.
- Sounds fucking grey -
Yet, this morning, at 8.30am, a psytrance friend called me from Paris, at 3pm another one from Stockholm.
Among those 30 years, if you can count 12 years of Psytrance, including 7 of Psynews, that sounds much more fun, isn't it ?
I believe Psytrance made my life much more colourful. Psytrance helped the so shy me meet so many different and enlightened people, be it on sharp cliffs on Ibiza, in the middle of a desert in California, in the green Slovenian Alps, in a Belgian fiestzaal, in the Canadian countryside, in old French medieval highlands, in some retro hall in London, in a forest in Sweden, in a military base in Germany, in a hotel in New Zealand, in the black-prince castle in Bordeaux, on a beach in the Netherlands or in Greece, in a shop in NYC, on the 14th floor of a building in HongKong, in so many places in Paris...
Hundreds of parties, thousands of tracks, millions of 4/4 kickdrums in so many countries....and Psynews...and you.
Parties drove my feet, tracks drove my head, kicks drove my heart. I feel alive thanks to all this.
Thank you.