THE ARCHIVE ORGAN THING...  SUMMER 2002
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STONHENGE SUMMER SOLSTICE

Hey Sean and Organ, did someone cover this for you already? Coz I woz there, maaan, I woz in there at ground zero... I made it to the Stonehenge for the Summer Solstice... yeah, I know, me, and I know you haven't heard from me for ages and yes I was that rock Chick that got you in to so much trouble so many times and yes I banged KISS, Lemmy, Ozzy and still had time to swallow all my Jack Daniels but that was then and if I was once a rock chick who disappeared and everyone spread those rumours and who cares and you thought I had gone forever and who cares 'coz I Was there and was there anywhere more special to be? Anywhere more MeaningFul? Oh sweet child 'o mine,  I really don't think so...

So Shanti went to Stonehenge and this is what she got up to....

Leaving my new friend Cerri's house at 3.30am, we swerved and leered thru country lanes, only getting lost once (due to going in the right direction, but down the wrong road). We travelled for an age and came finally to a place where the police were sending us entirely north in the wrong (apparently) direction... but it turned out into the neatest marshalled car-park full of some of the crappiest old bangers/funkmobiles you've ever seen. It was like 'Nam maaaan and we had boocoos of hippies fleeing in the opposite direction from the enemy fire, scuttling down the side roads all closed off, just for lil' us - there were squillions of badly-hatted, funny-pupilled stumbling, wrangling, slightly dewy sideshow meisters, all with their knitted and striped clothes, and most with either a tin of Stella, a sprog, or both. Heading AWAY from the stones!

So we thought something was up.

But we finally got to the barriers (think festi entrance, if that was cool, friendly and didn't reality check too much), walked through,

...and there was Stonehenge...

Arse-droppingly beautiful...

And surprisingly big...

Walking over bodies, fallen like contrary spring leaves to the ground, we worked out where the sun was gonna cum with my misbehaving compass and stood by to catch the dawn....

Only it was cloudy.

But, the roar that went up when everyone's watches hit sun-up time was every bit as chirpy as a shaft (ooh) of light straight into yer third eye, and after that the fun really started....

There was: a big, seriously druidical, buncha people in cloaks doing funny stuff with pointy things; a bloke all dressed in St.George's cross, with a Nordic pagan stick (goats horns) and a flag. Going on about the footie (don't forget this was the morning of the England v Brazil World cup match); a smallish young woman, dressed in a weird black lycra/silver streamer ensemble, looked like a bee that dreamed she was a romo/goth; one lout, promptly sent on his way gently but firmly when he tried to grab the magic trumpet; lots of people in stripy clothing, of all kinds; a woman with hair tinted perfectly in the colours of the rainbow, must've taken hours
if it wasn't a wig.....

And: a centre-piece of drummers, horn-tootlers and usually a shouty bloke standing in the middle, whipping up and orchestrating the energy into a circle, a spiral, and then up into the air. Some of 'em got naked, some of them fell off the stones and onto their mate's laps, altogether the whole thing just seethed with more unrestrained human warmth than - well, most things you'll see in the Kali Yuga.

The bloke with, as I recall, "Stones Please" on the back of his shirt was also horny as fuck, which always helps...

*Bang * bang * bang *, drumming and druid fluid trance dance footie ethnic angle sax mania. Plus, FUN. And, it stopped raining.

The grass beneath my feet was damp, smelt of the best parts of childhood, and the sun looked like eyes who've remembered there's nothing to cry for.

So we stood and we gasped and we guzzled down the atmos, Cerri took some pics - see www details at the end - and then we decided to circulate and I your faithful correspondent did a bit of a mind-meld with one of the stones (don't tell me you were thinking I woz normal!?) and then we looked, for a brief yet strikingly moving moment, at all the lovely coppers - well at least I did: where else are you gonna find a man with handcuffs at a place like this?  We took some little pics of each other, and then there was this whole thing about did we chance the chemical toilets (not the Chemical Brothers - hey, remember them?) then we passed on watching the match with a buncha skinheads whose five-o-clock shadow was darker than their heads, then we found Cerri's car, went back to her house, and proceeded to be such crap magicians we lost the match.  But dear sweet peace when I woke around midday and saw the STONEHENGE mud on my shoes, felt the Stonehenge joy in my heart, knew the STONEHENGE feeling of - there was NO other place to be, right here, right now. So let's hold out for open access, and let's all go next year...

Links - okay, Cerri's doing her stuff at: www.technopagans.co.uk   And, I wouldn't have been there without her. Jai Cerri!

(SHANTI 941)
 

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