
For the first time in years, I immersed myself in some psychedelic music, transcended the everyday dishes and school runs, finding myself suspended by tunes. Tattooed and tattoo-free bodies swam the psychedelic puddle (something like primordial soup, but a lot faster at pushing out new critters) around me. Thanks to
In terms of the music, I had better not say too much. I am simply not qualified other than to say I really enjoyed Ryan Davis ( aka Trip)'s set and I had a good stomp as Starspine (Jacques Coetzee) took us on an exquisite journey down memory lane.
The only tattoo artist that I knew at the party was Royston Chapman from Chapman's Tattoo Studio in
Tat – toodle – do till next time.
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