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It’s amazing what one can accomplish when one chooses to not sleep.

Here are some videos from Ultrafest 2006. I’ve been meaning to put these up for months and months. You’ll just love how the little microphone on my camera has no clue what to do with all the bass that’s hitting it.

I can’t remember the name of this band, but the lead singer kept saying that one of their songs was on iTunes’ top 100. Apart from that, he sang a lot about how weed would solve all the world’s problems.

Eric Morillo, with cruise ship visible to the right. Ultrafest on a cruise ship would be pretty awesome.

Carl Cox dance tent. I didn’t want to put up the actual video of Carl Cox DJing. Anyone who has “Carl Cox” spinning on the display behind them while they DJ won’t get any space in my blog. Unless, of course, they have “PK” spinning on the display, then that’s cool.

Drum and Bass set.

Pendulum – look out for the dude wearing the flashing glasses, it’s sort of surreal as he walks past. I felt like shooting the MC with my mind bullets during the Pendulum set, he was annoying the fcuk out of me. Oh, the reason why I was so far back? My feet were hurting like hell from jumping up and down all day, so I decided to go barefoot for a while. Those of you who have seen people dancing to DnB know that your feet would not be safe even if they’re protected by steelcaps! The Prodigy cover that Pendulum ends on in this video leads into…

The real Prodigy! Awesome, awesome, awesome. We couldn’t get any closer though, no matter how much we tried. You might see some wafts of smoke in the foreground during this set. That’s not any special effect, that’s something that causes special effects. I swear I was passively getting high during this set.

Van de Graaff generator. Check out how something wrong starts to happen. I was waiting for it to explode, but you do get to see some little sparks fly off the shaft.

BT. This was such an awesome set, and was by far my favourite of Ultrafest 2006. Fan-bloody-tastic, BT!

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I’m not one of the special people who can do the switch to the new version of blogger yet, but a new funky layout could just be what this site needs. Of course, ‘funky’ is completely in the eye of the beholder. Some people around here are still convinced that wearing brown belts with white sneakers is totally funky.

(whatever, pk).

The forbidden dance, and Kaoma’s song is one of my favourite songs from growing up in the 80’s.

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It almost seemed like we were never going to get on the road the Friday night of the road trip. I had left my camera tripod at Tobacco Road from doing photos the night before, and thinking that I might need to use it (I never did end up using it), I drove all the way to Miami to pick it up after work. Eventually my partner in crime Eddie and I left my place at 9pm … that’s a bloody late when we were intending to make it to Jacksonville that night (about a 6 hour drive, sticking to the speed limit).

Make it to Jacksonville we did, and then some. Eddie played the DS Lite (I love my DS… it kicks arse) quite a bit until he got road sick. I occupied myself by playing Muse over and over and then singing stupid songs in my head. We ended up stopping past Jacksonville at the last exit before Georgia. Here’s the map.

This is where I’d like to say a big “Fsuk YOU!” to Days Inn. We were starting to get tired and were looking for some reasonable places to stop at. Someplace where we didn’t feel like there was the danger of getting mugged, getting the car stolen, somewhere we could rest comfortably without fear of anything. Unfortunately this was difficult as a lot of the places were booked because of the Daytona 500. Yay for watching cars go round and round till your head falls off from boredom.

We eventually found a place, a Days Inn that was the only accommodation at that particular exit. By that stage we were tired and didn’t really care about anything else. We paid $80 for the worst accommodation ever. I swear there was a frog in the room somewhere. Eddie thought it was in the air conditioner and was kicking it during the night to stop its croaking. My bed was like sleeping in a pile of moss. The room stank like … something I can’t even describe.

Thankfully we were both alive in the morning and still had our limbs and body organs. We promptly exited that abomination of a place and gave the Days Inn a big “up yours!!!”. This act of affection was to be repeated throughout the road trip.

End of “day 1”.