Ariving late on my bike after spending a day hunched over my computer... Into the square to be met by the big beats of the alien space soundcraft. Up into the sky- the beats not of freedom or liberation but of beautiful sound in an amazing space. Don't get me wrong, the politics were there, on flyers littered on the ground and probably in the pockets of people who left before I'de arrived to go home and homeless.
It really was an invitation to dream, about the possiblity of public space with the everpresent utopian hope of trans/dance music.
Back in 96, Portland Oregon's very public downtown pioneer square would hold festivals celebrating the mayan new-year then as the sun set switch into raves beckoned on by columbia river basin native dancers. The strings of possibility were plucked too with a coming to the end ritual for a circumnavigation of all the public parks in portland. Stressing the word PUBLIC and feeding them with each stop along the chain of parks, Pioneer square hosted the culmanation with a Hands Around Portland Event that climaxed at midnite with a pre-RTS RTS. Rad.

And todays event that I greeted with Food Not Bombs packing up their wares was so reminiscent. Seeing the few but determined dancers at sunset cutting their arms through the square open to the setting sky was revolutionary. The good vibe was universal- everyone from cops to homeless, heads to hipsters had a plate of food and the beat of the air and the dream of unity in LA.