Tue Sep 02, 2014 12:12 pm
I spend a lot of time in the desert. Someone said 'there's this thing in the desert where people make weird stuff and there's lots of fire - just like your camping trips. You should go.'
So in 1997, I went. Alone. My mind was blown. I loved the way people treated each other, the art projects, the desert. 10,000 people. $65.
In 1998, a group of people in Los Angeles started organizing a village. I joined them and volunteered a bunch making that happen. It was really gratifying. The people involved were deep and intelligent and open - just what this small-town hillbilly needed. 15,000 people. $90.
In 1999, I took it a step further. I went a month before the event and stayed a month after and worked for the Burning Man Department of Public Works there, mostly doing mechanic work, welding, fabrication, and the like. It was the best summer of my life. 23,000 people. $130.
Since, I'd continued to camp with the same village and kind of did the DPW thing at a smaller level on my own. I'd repair anything that people needed help with. Art cars, generators, welding, fabrication. I met some of the best people. Some of them would bring me some whiskey for my trouble. I like whiskey.
My last year was 2012. 55,000 people. $380. It was getting difficult to justify the expense and time off work. Too much law enforcement. Too many holier than thou types. I still love the people and music and insane projects. I still love and miss the event. I still think it's important. I might go back when I can fly in. ...but I'm saving some of that time and money for flying these days.