I heard of Cacophony Society in 1996 when I had just moved to the bay
area from the pure cornfields of Iowa. I think it was Karen Marcelo who
convinced me to show up at Tommy's Joynt on Geary back then on a rainy
night in SF.
I was introduced to a whole new world of interpretation, absurdity, possibilities. Things and people that made perfect sense to me, although I had never met them, heard about them. I spent many an anonymous night in Cell space, I kept to myself, participating in the cacophony, but not leading. Not knowing I passed among myths of men.
Years later, after burning out of my corporate life, I move to Los Angeles. Los Angeles was a myth to me. It was where the true cacophony lived. Where the mythical Reverend took LA Cacophony to new levels - never seen, nor experienced in NorCal. But I arrived to the desert that is the LA Basin. LA Cacophony had self-destructed. Annihilated. It was a post-cacophony world. Only a few fragments of it's former glory remained: the LA Marathon Stop and Santacon.
This year, I have tried to bring Santacon back to the roots, the essence I experienced, remembered from my early bay area days. I have listened to the landscape of Los Angeles, to the swakings of cacophony, difficult to distinguish from the trappings of web 2.0 social media I am so awesome marketing.
Cacophony is open to anyone. You do not have to be an old skooler, hacker, jaded distinguished individual: you only need to buck the system. The system however, has arrogated many of the original ideas and inspirations of cacophony into claptrap marketing. It's time to take it back. It's time to return to the roots of cacophony.
I was introduced to a whole new world of interpretation, absurdity, possibilities. Things and people that made perfect sense to me, although I had never met them, heard about them. I spent many an anonymous night in Cell space, I kept to myself, participating in the cacophony, but not leading. Not knowing I passed among myths of men.
Years later, after burning out of my corporate life, I move to Los Angeles. Los Angeles was a myth to me. It was where the true cacophony lived. Where the mythical Reverend took LA Cacophony to new levels - never seen, nor experienced in NorCal. But I arrived to the desert that is the LA Basin. LA Cacophony had self-destructed. Annihilated. It was a post-cacophony world. Only a few fragments of it's former glory remained: the LA Marathon Stop and Santacon.
This year, I have tried to bring Santacon back to the roots, the essence I experienced, remembered from my early bay area days. I have listened to the landscape of Los Angeles, to the swakings of cacophony, difficult to distinguish from the trappings of web 2.0 social media I am so awesome marketing.
Cacophony is open to anyone. You do not have to be an old skooler, hacker, jaded distinguished individual: you only need to buck the system. The system however, has arrogated many of the original ideas and inspirations of cacophony into claptrap marketing. It's time to take it back. It's time to return to the roots of cacophony.
And that is exactly what Santacon Los Angeles 2009 is attempting to do. Or rather, what I would like to see it do.
- Reposted from my FB
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