The glory of life
Mar. 9th, 2003 04:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparkindarknessOnwards to Rick - less angst, I promise. I saving it up for later.
The night was getting slow - it always did mid-week. Well I suppose not everyone can party every night. I have to, it's my job.
Yeah, that sounds like the most ridiculous excuse you ever heard! But it's the truth! I'm a shaman, an urban-shaman to be exact - and no that doesn't mean I sit around smoking dodgy stuff from a pipe or anything, or spend my life in some sweaty tent in the woods. I'm an urban shaman, new and improved for the 21st century. Which basically means I don't smoke bongs unless I want to, I get to live in a modern apartment with lots of cool gizmos, and instead of vision quests I get to dance to loud techno and trance music in all the best clubs! Yes, this is the dream job.
Does it pay? Well you'd be amazed at the amount of security firms who hire me - you ever tried to get into a house when the spirit of the lock has been awakened and is really pissed off at burglars? And there's the whole computer thing - even Microsoft can't stop you when you've got all the techno spirits on your side, and the best part of it is no-one else seems to have caught on. All the old guys are still out in the woods communing with mud spirits, oh please!
And tonight? New craze, awaken all the spirits in the club, they really energize to the music and the emotions. Then, high on all the charge there is in a place like this they'll go wild - but in a good way. I hope anyway. Plan is they'll help make everything more intense - emotions higher, buzzes stronger, the drinks sweeter and the people prettier. Hey, it works for me, and it's well paid, and once I work for this guy every other club in a 5 mile radius is going to want the same treatment. More money, more free drinks, and more partying! Life is good!
The air is alive tonight. The spirits can feel me, know I plan something. The music starts. I begin to dance to them, dance in honour of them, dance to call them, dance to be one of them.
I dance like a man possessed, my feet move without looking to my brain, my brain is gone, my mind questing, searching, riding. The spirits and the music have my body, dance down my spine, raise the hairs on my neck. I dance like a daemon, like an animal, all wild energy and sinuous movements. The spirits and the music has my mind, my heart. They hear my call, exult in my power and ride me, ride me to the end, drain me of everything; but fill with with such strength, such energy, I could dance forever. Forever on this thin line between utter exhaustion, burn out, destruction, death against energy, joy, power and life. It's a wild ride. Even in the flows of the dance I throw back my head and laugh, laugh at the sheer joy, the sheer wonder of it.
I am alive, I cry. I live and it's good!
Everyone's dancing now. All are taken up in the flow of the music. The spirits are roaming the room, glutting themselves on the energy but giving so much more, working themselves to a frenzy other the sheer intensity of the dance, of the joy, of life. The bar man's dancing among the glasses, the DJ moving l uncontrollably among the electrics. Everyone's dancing, everyone's screaming, crying, laughing. Music and magic fills the air. This is living. This is life!
The dance ends, and I nearly cry in disappointment, in rage that they took it from me. But the power's still there, you can feel it in the presence of the spirits, awake and joyous, intense and predatory, around the room. This place will ever be closer to the wild. I shiver at their touch and watch the spent people stagger back to their seats, the DJ slump in his booth and the barman wearily reach for the next glass. All wearing that grin. That exhausted grin that says "we did it. We gave our all. We lived."
I love this work.
The night was getting slow - it always did mid-week. Well I suppose not everyone can party every night. I have to, it's my job.
Yeah, that sounds like the most ridiculous excuse you ever heard! But it's the truth! I'm a shaman, an urban-shaman to be exact - and no that doesn't mean I sit around smoking dodgy stuff from a pipe or anything, or spend my life in some sweaty tent in the woods. I'm an urban shaman, new and improved for the 21st century. Which basically means I don't smoke bongs unless I want to, I get to live in a modern apartment with lots of cool gizmos, and instead of vision quests I get to dance to loud techno and trance music in all the best clubs! Yes, this is the dream job.
Does it pay? Well you'd be amazed at the amount of security firms who hire me - you ever tried to get into a house when the spirit of the lock has been awakened and is really pissed off at burglars? And there's the whole computer thing - even Microsoft can't stop you when you've got all the techno spirits on your side, and the best part of it is no-one else seems to have caught on. All the old guys are still out in the woods communing with mud spirits, oh please!
And tonight? New craze, awaken all the spirits in the club, they really energize to the music and the emotions. Then, high on all the charge there is in a place like this they'll go wild - but in a good way. I hope anyway. Plan is they'll help make everything more intense - emotions higher, buzzes stronger, the drinks sweeter and the people prettier. Hey, it works for me, and it's well paid, and once I work for this guy every other club in a 5 mile radius is going to want the same treatment. More money, more free drinks, and more partying! Life is good!
The air is alive tonight. The spirits can feel me, know I plan something. The music starts. I begin to dance to them, dance in honour of them, dance to call them, dance to be one of them.
I dance like a man possessed, my feet move without looking to my brain, my brain is gone, my mind questing, searching, riding. The spirits and the music have my body, dance down my spine, raise the hairs on my neck. I dance like a daemon, like an animal, all wild energy and sinuous movements. The spirits and the music has my mind, my heart. They hear my call, exult in my power and ride me, ride me to the end, drain me of everything; but fill with with such strength, such energy, I could dance forever. Forever on this thin line between utter exhaustion, burn out, destruction, death against energy, joy, power and life. It's a wild ride. Even in the flows of the dance I throw back my head and laugh, laugh at the sheer joy, the sheer wonder of it.
I am alive, I cry. I live and it's good!
Everyone's dancing now. All are taken up in the flow of the music. The spirits are roaming the room, glutting themselves on the energy but giving so much more, working themselves to a frenzy other the sheer intensity of the dance, of the joy, of life. The bar man's dancing among the glasses, the DJ moving l uncontrollably among the electrics. Everyone's dancing, everyone's screaming, crying, laughing. Music and magic fills the air. This is living. This is life!
The dance ends, and I nearly cry in disappointment, in rage that they took it from me. But the power's still there, you can feel it in the presence of the spirits, awake and joyous, intense and predatory, around the room. This place will ever be closer to the wild. I shiver at their touch and watch the spent people stagger back to their seats, the DJ slump in his booth and the barman wearily reach for the next glass. All wearing that grin. That exhausted grin that says "we did it. We gave our all. We lived."
I love this work.
