At some point in time that apparently was the 30th of August in the default world, Buenos
Aires-based Hernan Cattaneo delivered a colossal set at the monstrous
sound camp, an unfettered and unforgettable outing. I’m talkin’ bout mind-fuckingly
erotic, progressive tribalized house that is some of thee most orgasmic music that has
ever blessed my ears. The dancing at these parties on the Playa is light years beyond my
narrative portrayal. I’m at a loss for verbiage to depict the experiences of 11 p.m. - 8
a.m. as the hard dance music rages. It’s part of the most heavenly communal experience one
could ever dream. A dancefloor where everybody is a superstar, the most beautiful people
surround you, and no matter who or what you are in the default world, we are all our
superhero selves to these beats. Intergalactic-planetary hours of spasmodic dancing bliss
amidst thousands of the best people on Planet Black Rock.
[Photo by Jeffrey Squier Silver]
Places like the Brooklyn-based Robot Heart camp/art car provided literally endless Playa
nights of the most heroic, marathon deep and progressive House sessions. The masterfully
crafted car, three stories complete with LEDs wrap around an enormous heart atop this
spaceship, was an otherworldly mode of transport to the galaxies of dance dreamlands,
styled-out with a soundsystem that pumped bass bombast beyond just “booming in ya’ Jeep.”
The He-Men behind the musical organization and iconic imagery from Robot Heart,
and Dill led a massive rage the night of the Man Burn that will go down in the
chronicles of this writer’s third-eye memory as one of the greatest explosions of dance
energy and ecstatic scenes ever bore witness. Though there were other incredible sound
camps in the desert, it was Robot Heart in particular that was the site/car of several
epic adventures in tribal house rage. One 6 a.m. sunrise, you turn around and there’s P.
Diddy, yes Puffy himself, bowing to the Playa Gods. Radical inclusion on swole! Diddy
“spread love the Brooklyn way” ©Notorious BIG, and could be spotted along with the likes
of a Susan Sarandon (I’m dead serious) at Robot Heart getting down with the BRC gen-pop.
Because we all are general population in Black Rock City.
In the end it all makes sense - Robot Heart is a Brooklyn set, the fabulous Brooklyn House
producer/singer duo Wolf + Lamb are battling Soul Clap
with an all hands-on
benediction atop the intricately adorned decks, the soundsystem burrowing more heaping
chunks of said sonic orgasmatron, and the music lifts and levitates you to a meditative
dancing state for interminable spaces in time. At this point, and you just have to step
back and ask yourself “is this even real?”
It is surreality, only in Black Rock City. On the final night of Burning Man, hours after
the Temple of Whollyness burned, we set out for ‘More Fiyah’ and happened upon Thievery
Corporation mastermind Rob Garza piloting the decks atop the Robot Heart
car on the
Playa. Setting the tone for one more indescribable endeavor; it was a boon of energy, a
thunderous housequake and a psychedelic dub shindig for the books. A glorious set, with
glorious people and some glorious stories are better left untold.
“Robot Heart is a collective of doers and dreamers, artists and entrepreneurs. Our
is in the desert dust of Burning Man, and the streets of New York City, Detroit, San
Francisco and Hong Kong. Home is wherever the Heart is.
Robot Heart is a community and a family, and our events at Burning Man, in New York and
around the world are an extension and celebration of that community, bound together by
shared values of inclusion, giving, environmental responsibility and mutual respect.
Music is our first language, and our mission is to bring love and beats to the world. We
work with and support artists, technologists and visionaries of all types in order to
create incredible experiences and connected moments. To create love and beats, for