John-Emmanuel Gartmann

August 24, 1950 – May 7, 2020 Actor, Publicist, and Event Organizer, Switzerland & New York
With Tsunami, pioneer of the first large-scale Goa trance events in the Western Hemisphere.
John-Emmanuel’s story is irrevocably intertwined with goa trance and psytrance. Many would say he was a Jesus figure who bled his life out so that trance would have such an impact that a critical mass of people could congeal into a psychedelic-driven movement that persists today. And some, with whom he worked, would say he squandered an opportunity with mismanagement.
But none of that matters now. Now he is gone.

Thank you, John-Emmanuel, for making the huge events, so that we could all meet each other the first time… and make thousands of friendships that continue to this very day – bonds so deep other people can’t possibly comprehend.
In an age where the New York scene has dwindled and Covid-19 has made it a wasteland, John-Emmanuel’s era seems more mythical with each passing day.
In many ways, as he did with so many, my coming of age was sparked by John-Emmanuel, so at several points, I will inject myself into this page. Any other way would be dishonest, and there is just no way I can be objective.
It’s a long, complicated story that describes the difficult battle that was waged bringing trance to America.

These are only a few of the hundreds of flyers

Early Life

John-Emmanuel was born in Washington D.C. and grew up in Switzerland, speaking English, German, French, Italian and the Swiss Romantic dialect Romansh in the small town of Castrisch, near Ilanz/Glion, population 396, in one of these houses:

John-Emmanuel was in New York for all the fabled nightlife throughout the 70s and 80s. He used to tell me stories about how he would get MDMA that would keep you rolling for days. He also taught English in China.

He was an actor in various art films, many of them Italian, working with actors such as Jeremy Irons and John Malkovitch, and director Wim Wenders:
Beyond the Clouds –  1992
Star Time – Newscast Extra (as John-Emmanuel Gartmann) 1989
Lucas läßt grüßen (TV Movie)
Lucas 1985
The Repenter (as Emmanuel J. Gartmann) 1983
Il tassinaro Penniless Prince (as J. Emmanuele Gartmann) 1983
Pappa e ciccia The Maitre d’hotel (first story) (as John-Emmanuel Gartmann)

John-Emmanuel’s First Party

Chris Deckker organised a party in Amsterdam on New Year’s Eve 1992, which he called Return to the Source. Chris was a traveller, voyaging with Leyolah Antara from their native Australia where they’d spent time investigating shamen and the power of ritual. They would invite visiting shamen to lead rituals, which would culminate in trance-dance abandon. They moved to Amsterdam and started a techno group, Sushumna. “Sushumna is a Sanskrit word which means the merging of dualities,” explains Chris.
The Deckkers soon moved to London, drawn by its techno scene, and events quickened apace. A friend of Chris and Antara’s, Sara Sol, was languishing in jail in India, and the couple wanted to hold a party to raise money for her. George Saunders, best known as musician Solar Quest and a cool underground networker introduced Chris to Phil Ross and Janice Duncan, promoters at North London’s Dome venue, who agreed to stage the event. The Free Sol party was a success, and Chris, Phil, Janice, and DJ Mark Allen decided to run a regular club, called Return to the Source.
Other like-minded souls became involved. All were travellers, most had experienced the life-affirming qualities of Goa. DJs Mark Allen and Tsuyoshi Suzuki had been transformed by Goa. Jules and Jason, old college friends from Brighton had met by chance in Goa and decided to become painters/artists. All were linked into the New Age/Goa network and craving an outlet for their creative energies.
– Ian Gittens, “Deep Trance and Ritual Beats,” 1995

So Chris Deckker, Phil Ross, Janice Duncan, and Mark Allen organized the Return to the Source events in London and around the world, spreading its ethos, and they also released, along with Youth’s Dragonfly Records, many of the genre’s earliest, seminal records.

Matthew Wilson was a banker friend of John-Emmanuel Gartmann, who had met a handsome Israeli named Tomer who had gotten him into the scene. Matthew and John went to a trance party in England, and had some sort of “religious experience.”
Matthew introduced the Return to the Source crew to John-Emmanuel.
They all agreed to have Matthew and John-Emmanuel host them in America for a premier event, “Return to the Source,” at the Liberty Science Center in New Jersey in 1996:

Raves started out with a lot of smart kids and weirdos, but it devolved by the time I started going. Though PLUR (peace, love, unity, respect) was given lip service, I found the atmosphere wasn’t really intellectual, cybernetic or cerebral, or science-fictiony enough, and way too thuggy. I didn’t want to be the smartest guy in a room of thousands. The way they did things like putting monkeys and graffiti font on the flyers and said “yo” and “dis” and “dat” frankly felt like a retarded celebration of stupidity.

I wanted light, evolution, and progression.

Even on the club kid side, it felt very egocentric – it was all about individuals who were trying to be cool. It felt like people were dancing as if everyone was watching. And the drugs going around were either fake, stupid, or dangerous. Basically, America felt too selfish and individualistic. Parochial.

I wanted fellowship and to be able to put my ego and analytical thinking into my pocket and lose myself in the music, and dissipate into the crowd, if only for a few hours.

And above all, I was an acid head. MDMA was too hedonistic, PCP was just brain dead, and coke heroin and meth were obviously out of the question.

I had first heard of Goa Trance earlier that year by watching a CD-ROM in the Electronic Music issue of Blender magazine, and it was exactly what I had been looking for.

The first parties in NYC were tiny with about six people, by Opher in the West Village, and by Gula and Miko at Save the Robots at 3:30am Thursdays in the East Village, with sand on the floor.

So when I first saw the Tsunami flyer for the massive, I was so excited to attend – I wanted to bring my set of ten light glasses and headphones connected to a mediation device just like I had seen set up Aaron Cohick at the Mega Buzz One Rave in Oakland. So I emailed the addresses on the flyer, trying to sound professional. Matthew (who had an email with demon.co.uk so I assumed he was a devil worshipper or something) wrote back, welcoming me, and signed his letters with “Bom” which I thought was incredibly hip.

On the afternoon of the event, I rollerbladed out there from the PATH train and knocked on the doors. Eventually, I was let inside and was led to the office of the manager. There, I saw Matthew and some guy called Gerald, (no. not the artist) Matthew was in tights, which I thought was fruity as all hell but figured, “Acid.” I showed them all the light sound devices, the manager put them on, and Gerald said, “Oh yeah, I’ve seen these… BRAIN MACHINES!”

Here is what I found on the Internet – I can’t believe the website from 1996 is still up:

RTTS Blows the Roof (and Expectations) offfa NYC House!
A special report by Significance Invocation Technician Mark Kelsey on Return To The Source
September 21, 1996 – Fall Equinox
Liberty Science Center, New Jersey
A single note, an idea, a smile, a handshake… these are (some of) the things that sparked man’s consciousness in the dim smoky past of our human awakenings, and the origins of the dance/party/rave movement in England in the 1980’s.

In England and elsewhere, techno has become hugely popular, almost mainstream, and people have moved on. Here in the States, the movement splintered way too quickly (it seems that some people who enjoy cliques and being ahead of everyone ­rather than part of them­ liked that). Some parts of the country are currently in the middle of a real underground movement (here in the Northeast, I think). While in other states, notably California, the tribe is kind of floundering, being driven first out into the desert and now persecuted there by the authorities.

Here in New York, it has been hampered by shady promoters and the strangling effect of house music driving other kinds of sounds and energies out. Return To The Source was brought to us by British people who clearly have fucking x-perience… It was a watershed that left a mark on the US scene.

What kind of mark? Write the date of Return To The Source in your calendar, it’s the day they blew the roof offa da house….

Goa is a spiritual spark, part of the Indian continent’s shore, a deliberate invocation of certain religious and spiritual ideas and powers which really worked for the mature (i.e.. post high school) people who really danced on the main floor. People who have a clue used that energy to the full. As I witnessed, the club kids just bounced off of the main floor after about 2.5 seconds and huddled in packs upstairs to glower and posture and smoke cigarettes at each other, which is fine. I want to emphasize that we are all part of the tribe. What fire circle warms you and provides for your needs on the particular trip you’re on is up to you.

Using positive energies like this, being up front and clear about them, is a rather new concept at events. That should be explored by future events.

The video on the main (lowest floor) goa/European floor by Matthew Hupert’s NeuroNautic Institute put the viewer right into goa land. It featured live and taped images using a video toaster and Panasonic video mixer, a lot of well edited Indian religious images. The lighting by Excel Lighting was really powerful, by a group who’s done something like 200 events (including that one in the cave in upstate New York last month). Rick Ferrara and his lighting crew are great people. There was a problem with the overall light level, which was still too high, but that was dictated by the Liberty Science Center administration and maintenance people.

The four level space with huge central atrium allowed the many people who like to wander and see and be seen to go through many spaces and still feel connected to the overall vibe.

Some of the many other good things that haven’t been commented on: The excellent and patient staff at the Liberty Science Center. It’s really a wonderful space, and the staff I talked to were really psyched to try this for the very first time. It’s quite a breakthrough and a credit to the RTTS organizers. I plan to send Liberty Science Center a thank you note — and I fervently urge many other people do too if you want to come back to this space! Although I will mention that I think only Chris Dekker and the Return to the Source people have what it takes to put on an event in that space. It certainly brought a lot of kids in to explore the science of their heads!

The huge black light images by the Japanese group as well as their animations mixed in the video with the NeuroNautic video also set the main dance floor atmosphere apart.

But the most important single thing, for me, was: NO SMOKING INSIDE! YEAH! What an incredible fucking relief! Again, the LSC staff handled the majority of children really well, because that’s what they do during the day, too. Yeah, I think cigarette smoking is a curse by spirits of native Americans to poison and kill off all stupid white people who don’t deserve to be on this wonderful land called turtle island. May I say that NO SMOKING and a real ventilation system was one of the main reasons it felt good and not toxic?

The European DJs and performers were so nice and giving. The lack of shady promoters and typical city types in charge also helped.

The American DJs on the top floor (in the middle of this weird space with these car parts) were great. The lighting was also incredible.

The chill room was actually quite an amazing sound that could put you into another head space faster than any of the other music (which is saying quite a lot!).

The guy in the Elvis outfit who brought his 10 station brain machine to the chill room. He was there the whole night, let everyone try it, was patient and welcoming and just a great guy.

A few problems, as well, to bear in mind:

It was a late start, because of the problems getting people into the space and the thorough but heavy security (which is quite understandable, as this is New York).

Another problem was all the people tripping their brains out being thrown into the night of Jersey City at 5 AM and waiting a long time for busses. Once you got to the PATH trains it was another long, painful wait, too.

I am told that over 3,000 people were turned away because of occupancy at LSC. Wow…. Hope you come early next time!

CONCLUSION OF LABORATORY OBSERVATION: I think it’s time to first of all realize that WE are all part of a vital, significant movement. We have a certain amount of spiritual and magickal core values we wish to grow and share. It is also a time to move forward, to bring in and welcome people over the ages of 13-21.

But, it was all good! Or, maybe it was all God(dess)!

* * *

(As an aside, ten years later, I ran into the projectionist from the party, Matthew of Neuronautics Institute, in World of Warcraft, where his girlfriend recognized my character name Machinelf. They were on my email list. Out of 10 million people across 250 realms – Small world. They joined my guild. We did weird shit. More on that here)

The evening was a huge success, with thousands not getting in. The Liberty Science Center is a huge museum for science. There were a lot of exhibits and structures, and aquariums – some of the ravers put MDMA in them to get the fishes rolling too, and all these expensive fish died. Although smoking was enforced, on a huge balcony with a view of downtown Manhattan, the place was trashed and the manager fired. Which was sad – he was mild-mannered and professional, and gave us a chance to make a splash.
And we did.

As thousands of people walked out into the bright morning, I was still hallucinating. I turned around and looked up at the Libert Science Center’s massive tower and imagined the organizers up there, having an elegant morning tea, looking down across the masses. I thought, corporate life is so dead end. This – this means something. They are spreading the psychedelic spirit. This is What I Want to Do. I want to become as they are. Gods.

John-Emmanuel and Matthew followed up with a very small party at the Cooler, where I brought John Draper AKA Cap’n Crunch of all people. Crunch complained about everyone smoking.

Then John-Emmanuel did a huge Matsuri event out in dilapidated Asbury Park, on a bandshell on the water next to a hotel owned by Johnny Cash. The projections by the late Organix were amazing. We all ended up on the beach afterward. I was wearing a Russian pilot suit, which I inflated with nitrous oxide. There was a huge group of Romanians. It was legendary.

John-Emmanuel and Matthew pushed forward, with events at the Metropolitan Pavilion, then many many other venues across Manhattan, all under the name Massive/Tsunami.
At some point, Matthew looked at the spreadsheets and ran financial projections on his computer, and realized that this wasn’t going to be a moneymaker, and bowed out and went back to England and decided to leave the trance business afterward. After some dispute, John-Emmanuel kept the name, “Tsunami”.

John-Emmanuel threw hundreds of major events. No one can even come close. There are probably hundreds of flyers I don’t have in this site’s flyer section. He employed dozens of people, marketers, designers, and artists including Amy Snow and Alex Sidtis.

On February 19, 2000, John-Emmanuel threw the legendary El Cuco party in Puerto Rico. So much can be said about that here, but it would make this obituary far larger and we’re barely halfway through.
If you are interested in it, and you should be if you made it this far, go to the link.

The one anecdote I’d like to take from that story is that John-Emmanuel, in trying to help me get there, referred me to a shady black dude named Will in Manhattan, who was apparently a travel agent who would steal tickets and sell them on the side for cash. I would meet him on 42nd street and hand him cash while he sat in his beatup brown Oldsmobile. Will was later arrested by Port Authority Police with my reluctant cooperation after one of them came to my house.
Like many Swiss, John-Emannuel had a disarming, Old World European charm, but when it came to money, underneath, he was fully capable of going full-on street level.

A mere two weeks after El Cuco, on March 11, 2000, Tsunami threw another legendary party at Mars 2112 in Times Square. It was a science fiction themed restaurant, and had a ride on the way in to simulate space travel to Mars.
As it was Buttrock Goa-with-guitars-and-alien-masks S.U.N. Project from Germany, and I changed costumes by the flavor of the DJ and environment, I had gone full alien costume mode. The rubber mask was ideal for slipping drugs in, and snorting them out in the open by holding it underneath the mask and the robe. I had a whole evil grand table set up with brain machines.
People went frickin insane. The whole place was lit up. The owner, from Ireland, saw dollar signs in his eyes and would later jack up the rates and hold boring commercial events.
It was also Vitalik from Omnitribe’s first party, but that is another story for another day.
And thankfully, it was a block from my apartment.

It was at that exact date – March 11, 2001 – that Yani Ben-Moshe, who had come from the house music scene and had been a punk rocker and activist for the homeless while running New York Brands, a clothing chain, officially became John’s partner. Yani kept Tsunami afloat, helping it finally, finally, FINALLY afford a great sound system. Yani paid people to go in and take out a lot of bass, which many clubs overdid, rearrange the sound, and tweaked the equalizers. The difference was immediately obvious. He also was clever in coordinating his businesses, such as using a bank on Houston as a concert venue while he was renting it for retail.

Yani has claimed that even when all the shit went sideways, John Emmanuel would take it gracefully and leave with a smile. Yani also told me I was the only one they ever let sell acid, because I had the best – purple crystal from the Kansas missile silo – and I brought the people and the energy. I also did the email lists. And often the afterparty.
Yani told me several times John Emmanuel was ready to quit, and that Yani would point to enthusiasts like me, and that gave John strength.
That’s the best compliment I have ever received, better than winning Salesman of the Year at the magazine I worked at, and getting a bottle of 1988 Dom Perignon and a pat on the back from my boss, telling me, “You were a good hire.”

The new team of John-Emmanuel and Yani Ben-Moshe, along with Synthetic Sadhus, absolutely blew the roof off of trance in New York in the early 2000s. It was a magical period that was unprecedented – its effects are still felt today – and it will probably not be surpassed, ever.

Yani brought a high degree of professionalism and business acumen; for example, ads were placed in Israeli and Japanese newspapers, who wanted to appeal to the young expatriates.

Tsunami was also doing parties in Israel, run by Tomer, the handsome Israeli from the beginning of this story. They were even bigger than the events in New York.

Several deals were made with Kinetic Records, which was bought by Warner Music. The designer for the Tsunami logo also designed the green Apple Itunes logo, and when Itunes launched on April 28, 2003, Tsunami had 3 free tracks in it.

In a strange way, the cutting edge luminaries in New York nightlife at that time were the Swiss, because of John-Emmanuel, the nightlife impresario Susanne Bartsch, and also uptown was Walter Monheit, a crazy old man who was all over the more preppy uptown events, including the legendary woman who helped put Studio 54 together, Carmen D’Alessio, who I dated. Walter had as great a thirst as I had for nightlife, and was a good friend of mine, and liked to dance with candelabra on his head.
Note – one could safely add the French – Synthetic Sadhus’ Gilles Clement and, in a way, Canadian Peter Gatien.

Vinyl was a frequent venue, and the scene lasted for years through the aughts. Then Vinyl became Arc, and then in an early sign that New York was slowly losing its soul to capitalism, it got sold for condos.

In retrospect, why should we be surprised? Wasn’t Manhattan sold by the Native Americans for a chest full of cheap shiny trinkets to Peter Minuit? Isn’t New York a straight-up product of Dutch mercantilism?
Yes, it is.

Through the end of the decade, although it wasn’t a straight curve, the large trance mega parties eventually declined. 2001 was harsh on New York. It changed everything. And a huge portion of the high quality and inexpensive LSD that had been made in the infamous missile silo in Kansas was long gone and the Harvard chemist, William Leonard Pickard, in jail for life.

Trance is an alchemical mixture, needing people, music, and LSD (or mushrooms) to function properly. Take one leg out of the stool and the whole structure falls.
I myself had a life-changing experience with the smart drug Piracetam and mostly left the scene in 2005 to start my own nootropics business.

John-Emmanuel eventually ran out of money, and then started borrowing money to keep it going, with no chance of ever paying any of it back. He became like a gambler, hoping that the next party would “be the one” to save him.

Many people lost money, loaning money to buy deposits, airline tickets, hotel bills and such. Promoters such as Gavin and Allen were victims, from as early as 2000, taking a huge bath in Puerto Rico. Resident DJ Matthew Magic filed a criminal lawsuit for fraud. Even John-Emmanuel’s boyfriend, Montgomery, got his family to contribute and lost it all.
Overall, hundreds of thousands of dollars at least.

Much of the appreciation for John-Emmanuel should also go to these countless others, who sadly are too many to fit in a paragraph. I would like to say to all of you who lost money, thank you.

One of his many business partners stated, “He spent money on the brand not understanding that for a myriad of reasons, you’ll never get a large ROI on an underground music brand like psytrance. No matter how strong the brand, the style of music has a threshold of potential listeners.
You have too many factors against you doing it in NYC:
1. trance crowd does not drink much
2. artists all come from Europe, often in duos
3. limited potential audience
4. cost of venues very high in NYC
5. crown typically not well-heeled to pay high ticket prices”

But even if it all had worked out on John Emmanuel’s side, trouble was looming for anyone who got too big. There was a huge hurdle between growing trance into such a size that it would roflstomp Madison Square Garden 52 times like the Grateful Dead did, and “even then, the comparison is flawed because the Dead is a fusion of folk and country with rock and blues a touch of funk and soul with some bluegrass and disco in different eras. Any live music lover can relate to at least a portion of the Dead’s body of work. 150 bpm chaos doesn’t appeal to most ravers or clubbers even so getting multiple generations of music fans out together ain’t gonna happen.”
…and that hurdle was named Rudy Giuliani.

One by one the megaclubs were shut down by Giuliani. Clubs, in general, were getting a bad name. Twilo/Spirit, Sound Factory, Limelight, Club USA all fell one by one.
Even as early as 1999, troubles with the authorities were brewing. “John Emmanuel Gartmann, promoter of TriBeCa outpost Vinyl’s colorful, circuslike trance party Tsunami, shares the fatalistic mood. “The reality is,” he says ominously, “if they want to get you, they will.” Gartmann isn’t being paranoid; he says that Vinyl’s management received a tip from police that undercover officers would be visiting Tsunami. So for his most recent event, Vinyl hired seven extra security guards – at Gartmann’s expense. “I would have been in the black had it not been for that,” he says with a sigh. “But I barely broke even.”” – New York Magazine, May 24, 1999
New York became locked into a capitalistic tractor beam that eradicated everything that wasn’t machinelike in replicating cash, and the greater cultural value of a vibrant nightlife – one that couldn’t be easily measured by an accountant – was dismissed and ignored. Venues began demanding ambulances to be stationed outside. Insurance rates increased. The black hole of money exceeded all abilities to throw money into it.

But like all else, John-Emmanuel left with a smile.

To give you an idea of how times had changed since 1996, here is a recent video of LibertyScience Center having a nightlife event:

This looks like a fucking nightmare – NOT an ideal place to take LSD, in any event.

John-Emmanuel’s Last Party

John gave, and gave, and took, and tried to maintain his dignity in a cruel world that had seemingly moved on, until he was a husk and practically homeless. He had been living Julian Assange-style in Yani’s commercial space, and had to leave after other tenants complained in 2012, in a mirror of what had happened to me. We were both relics.
John-Emmanuel then spent the rest of the decade struggling with mounting medical problems, being a godfather and maintaining relationships with the community.

In 2006 I had given him the Tranceformers Lifetime Achievement Award. He had earned it.
Over time, he became frailer.
John-Emmanuel had been fighting an on again off again battle against health issues.
Today, May 7, 2020, he finally lost that battle, and it is hard to even find cremation services in NYC, much less have a funeral, with the disruption from Covid-19.
But life goes on.
Rest in Peace John.
If you didn’t exist, we would have to have invented you. The timing was ideal, with perfect storm of the holy water from the Kansas missile silo, the rising economy, and the infusion of new people.
Someone had to do what you did, and I’m glad that someone was you.

John Emmanuel was quite a guy.. on one hand could be quite formal and businesslike, he booked venues at a scale nobody else could match, and brought enormous crowds, he played the part of NYC psytrance kingpin with grace.
He had but two peers when it came to producing events here, which were, of course, Krisztina and Gilles. Yet he never behaved that way, he was as nice as could be and knew all of us who worked on the parties large and small not just networking but really noticed everyone was happy to see you out and share his latest, excited to talk about it and know what you felt about this or that, and hear about your latest too.
Standing outside on the sidewalk personally handing out his flyers at 8AM someone else’s party smiling, catching up with everyone. And the few times I directly worked with him, or just helped out, he was truly grateful.
One time he called me up needing blacklights at limelight, we took them up 6th ave in a cab and set them up attached all around the balcony railing, no big deal just a bunch of double tubes some extension cords, power strips… We got it done in 40 minutes and he was so grateful. He was throwing these big events but he was one of us.” – Light-o-Matic

Dear john, on the day of your passing, I wanted to thank you for all you have done for me and for all you have done for the scene in NYC. You were a pillar and most of all a good friend and I will never forget you. I hope you have peace now. I will always remember you as one of the most important persons in my career. This was our last pic together and I am happy I could thank you and give you a big hug in person. May god receive you with a big party full of smiles, love and good music. You will never be forgotten <3 – Luis Campos

Most of us met John, some of us got to know him a bit better, but the end result was the same. Tsunami gave us a fun space, a safe place to play and dance away all the stresses and anxieties of living in the NYC area. We forgot about our jobs, our struggles to pay rent/bills, our difficult boss or whatever was troubling us. We got lost in the sound, the deco, the lights and the transcendant beats and melodies of the world’s best djs and producers. And we left happier than when we walked in. JEG made so many people happy whether they ever got to chat with him or got to know him better or not. And that is a rare and very positive thing in our troubled world. RIP Maestro – Ben L

I just last night heard the sad news of the passing of psytrance legend john-emmanuel gartmann who was the organizer of the tsunami parties back in the late 90s through the 2000s. i wasnt his friend, and i didnt know him personally, but i met him lots of times and every time i did he was always as friendly and unassuming as anyone. in my memory, he treated everyone as though he was genuinely glad you were at wherever you were at with him. his parties had this odd mix of a “gritty underground subculture” vibe AND a “this is a safe environment” vibe all rolled (no pun intended) into one magical experience that just isnt around anymore. if you were there…you were there, and if you werent…you werent.

i was, and it was a tremendously transformative experience and time and i cant thank john-emmanuel enough for providing us all with such a unique, vivid, wild, amazing starting point.

j.e.g. unknowingly (or maybe knowingly) facilitated a journey down a path i still walk today.

i was living in l.a. in the mid-late 90s and i didnt come back to ny until 98, so i missed the first wave. i started going to tsunami parties in mid 99….but it was the y2k new years eve party that really and truly got me hooked.

ill never forget that night….or a lot of others. thank you john-emmanuel.

anyone interested in reading more about j.e.g. and learning a bit about the history of the psytrance scene in ny….please read this wonderful piece written by Mac Hinelf . i count myself fortunate to be able to say i was in attendance at some of the historic events listed in it. good times, good music, and some really great people.

safe travels.

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