Photo by George Martinez
Saturday Night Blues
On Friday -- day one of Ultra 2014 -- everyone was fresh. They were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to fucking rage like rabid bunny rabbits.
But the thing is, those yummy feelings of peace, love, unity, and respect dwindle as the stresses of exhaustion, dehydration, and substance abuse set in. Not that everyone is doing drugs at Ultra, but for those who are partaking, even by the second day, their serotonin is all used up and their brain is desperately looking for new ways to generate good feelings. Mostly, it can't, because now all its good-feeling chemicals are depleted.
So, Ultra's usual Saturday crowd tends to be much snippier, more self-involved, even pushy. A mean partier is not a fun partier. Oddly enough, by Sunday, the vibe mostly returns to its chill beginnings, and then everyone (thankfully) goes home. Liz Tracy
Another reason why Saturday's 2014 ravers were in a bad mood .... The weather forecast.
The meteorologists had been calling for severe thunder storms. And all day, the Miami sky was clogged with clouds. Then as dark finally fell, the wind picked up and it poured.
By South Florida standards, this "storm" was some weak shit. But everyone got at least a little soaked. And Mother Nature succeeded in ruining the vibe.
The worst part, really, was the temporary closure of many Ultra performance areas, including the live and radio stages, causing sets to be delayed and cut short, which prevented any truly climactic moment from emerging on what's supposed to be the fest's big night.
The stagnant pools of empty water bottles, soggy cigarette butts, and discarded raver masks weren't so awesome either. S. Pajot