This past weekend was Seacompression - which is Seattle's version of Burningman decompression parties.
I don't know why I bother going. I really don't. Especially when Portland's Burnout and San Francisco's decompression parties are so...GOOD.
I understand there are dozens of volunteers that put in their time & energy in creating Seacompression - I GET IT - you don't need to lecture me on this aspect - I've thrown plenty of events in this town and in other cities as well. But man alive...how it tends to not be...that good year after year is completely beyond me.
Case in point:
The space - everyone knows that the hangar at Sandpoint Magnusson Park has the worst feng shui on the planet. There's no rhyme or reason at this venue. People are running into each other the whole event.
And who are these suspension people taking up half the hangar? Why? Half the time they weren't even doing anything.
Why weren't there more stilters? Why was the only marching band, which is one I adore, Titanium Sporkestra? Where were some of the others?
Where were the art cars?
Also, the good folks who rent this space out to burners like to shut down EARLY. 2am? Really? Where ARE we? No burner event wants to be shut down at 2am - they want to go all night...sometimes til dawn or beyond. (thank you Hippos, for throwing an after party - the community loves you!)
The music - there are really good sounds and there are sounds that are questionable. DJ's that are consistently good? Michael Manahan. Everyone else? Uhhhh...I can't really say, b/c I inevitably leave after 5 minutes of their sets.
Seacompression is not really like the playa, despite what you might be thinking. Maybe the costumes, but the atmosphere itself? No way. The playa is amazing. Seacompression? Not quite.
After speaking to some people that were there last nite I realized that at least 45-50% of them had never been to Burningman and never will go...which is FUCKING WEIRD to me. If you're gonna go to a decompression event, then you need to get your ass down there so you can see for yourself what it's really like. No amount of event attending is gonna do what being there will. None.
I'm not saying that I don't appreciate the hard work people put into throwing Seacompression, because I do. I just wish it were...different. And maybe different means better.
So until then, I will continue to trek to the playa and hit other decomp parties afterwards.
Sorry Seattle, I'm gonna have to pass for now.
**and let the shit talking begin...NOW.