“It’s not about sex and drugs. It’s not about Satan. And it is about Satan.”
“We thought you’d want to see up close, what some have called a proto-apocalyptic hippy neo-Pagan freak fest”
Another Spark-like controversy brewing? Another film promoting BMOrg as gods of a cult, which they get to profit off?
No, it’s a movie they made in 2005. Nothing’s changed.
BURNING MAN: BEYOND BLACK ROCK goes behind the scenes of a social revolution to explore the philosophy that fuels it, the social contract that drives it, and the transcendent experience that makes it a worldwide cultural force. Granted unprecedented access to the inner workings of the Burning Man organization, the filmmakers spent 18 months with the founders, organizers, artists and participants to document the full complexity and diversity of the Burning Man community. But, true to its title, the film goes beyond the city they raise in the desert – revealing the Burning Man’s plans to bring its unique culture to the rest of the world. BEYOND BLACK ROCK tells, for the first time ever, the real story of Burning Man – from the inside out.– Written by William Haskins
Haley Dahl, 18, has been attending Burning Man since she was 9.
Where the subject of children attending Burning Man comes up, controversy follows. Strong opinions run the gamut, from people who believe that radical inclusion necessarily means juveniles too, to those who look askance at parents who bring their children to an adult party in a hazardous environment, or even call the practice a form of child abuse.
We’ve explored this topic before, but there’s an important demographic that remains unheard in the controversy: children who grew up going to Burning Man.
Haley Dahl is eighteen years old, and has been going to Burning Man since she was nine. She lives in Los Angeles, where she rocks out with her band,Sloppy Jane.
I met Haley on the playa, and she promised to write to me after the burn and tell me all about her experience growing up in Black Rock City. This is what she wrote:
When I was a child and my family was still an unbroken unit, we would take trips to my Grandpa Yab’s country house in upstate New York every summer. I have only a few vague memories of these traditional family retreats; holding my Raggedy Ann doll in a bed that smelled like leaves, walking in the forest with my grandpa to go see butterflies, and a sense of normalcy that I at this point in my life feel totally disconnected from, because once upon a time in 2004 my dad approached me and said “so this summer we have a few options. We can either go to the country house, or we can do a weird mystery thing that I’m not going to tell you anything about.” And this was how nine-year-old me ended up at Burning Man.
We went, just my dad and I. I remember at that point there was still no cell phone service in Gerlach. We left the last gas station in Nixon and called my mom, her voice quivered on the phone when she said goodbye to us right before we went over a metal bump that signified the end of cell range. I’ll never forget the way she sounded, it was as if she thought that we were never coming back. And I guess, in a way, we never really did. We never went back to the country house. And as we passed through Gerlach, my dad pointed into the desert and said “that is where we are going.” And I said “you mean by the giant cloud of dust?” He looked at me and said “the cloud of dust is where we are going.”
When we got in it was dark. We went to Kidsville. The mayor was wearing a top hat and a diaper. We walked to Center Camp and we thought it was all of Burning Man, and we were totally blown away by it. We put up our tent, it blew away. We spent the rest of the week in the car. I had no costumes so I painted myself blue and wore a mylar emergency blanket as a toga.
The next day we walked around and I remember feeling so overwhelmed by all of the colors, the costumes, the art, it was a world I felt like I had made up in my imagination that had materialized in front of me. I teared up and it made my dad panic. He asked if I was doing okay and asked if I was going to need to go home. I looked up at him and said “thank you for bringing me here.”
Haley Dahl, age ten
I think Burning Man is an excellent environment for children if you are willing to be a parent. Not a fly-little-birdy-go-experience-life-Mommy’s-on-acid kind of parent, but the kind of parent that actually DESIRES to treat Burning Man like a family vacation. Let me explain that a little better; I have talked to a lot of adults who have said “oh, so your parents gave up their Burning Man experience for you.” That is not how I feel about it. My parents are not polyamorous drug-takers or heavy drinkers. They weren’t “giving up” the right to go to the Orgy Dome; they wouldn’t have wanted to go anyway. So it was pretty easy for them to steer me away from anything too raw. I think having attended Burning Man as a child was one of the best things that could have happened to me. It gave me a very strong sense of self at an early age, I entered middle school with self-esteem and totally did not give a shit if I was ostracized for it because I knew I was cool as shit. And in case you didn’t know, that is incredibly rare for a middle school girl.
THAT BEING SAID, I STRONGLY SUGGEST AGAINST BRINGING YOUR FUCKING TEENAGE DAUGHTER TO BURNING MAN. Bringing your child to Burning Man as a child is awesome because they get to spend their early developmental stages being told that it’s totally fine to be an individual. Once your kid is a teenager, especially a girl, I think it’s advisable to take a few years off.
People really like to act like Burning Man is a really safe environment where everyone has evolved past normal human bullshit. That just isn’t true. I’m an attractive young woman who has lived in both Los Angeles and New York, places known for having high scumbag populations. It is safe to say that I have experienced more blatant sexual harassment confrontations at Burning Man than I have anywhere else I have ever been.
Because I attended Burning Man as a child, I grew up pretty fast mentally, and because of hormones in food (or something) I grew up pretty fast physically too. I was an old fourteen, and that was around when Burning Man started becoming less safe for me. People like to pretend that because it’s Burning Man it’s totally okay to catcall and/or be aggressively sexual towards women. That is not okay, especially if the woman is in fact a fourteen-year-old girl.
I remember being drunk and in one of the big dance camps and making out with some random guy. I said “how old are you?” he said “I’m twenty-five.” I said “I’m fourteen.” He paused, looked slightly surprised, and said “I won’t tell if you won’t. . .” and thus began a long saga of disgusting men taking advantage of my naivety and teenage drunkenness.
Haley Dahl, age eleven
Fast-forward two years to my (now ex) douchebag post-2009 burner boyfriend in his five-hundred-dollar fire-spinning attire drunkenly spitting at me and screaming in my face about how I didn’t know how to experience Burning Man because I wouldn’t let him be free and sleep with other people.
The main problem with growing up at Burning Man is that Burning Man grows up with you. It’s not the home it used to be. The increase in popularity and rise in prices has turned it into a playground for bourgeois assholes who like to act like taking ecstasy and cheating on your wife with a nineteen-year-old white girl wearing a bindi and a feather headdress is enlightenment.
I will always wonder if Burning Man has really changed so hugely since my childhood, or if I am just seeing different sides of it because I’m older now. I’m sure it’s a combination of the two, but ever since Bad Idea Theater closed I’ve spent all of every night at the Thunderdome. . . because if I wanted to go to a fucking rave I would just go to downtown L.A. and pay ten bucks instead of five hundred, you know?
Anyway, by the time I was seventeen I was bored of drugs. Now I’m eighteen, I’ve quit smoking, I don’t drink much, and I go to the gym every day. I never go to parties and I’m not even going to college because my career has already started. If there is anything that Burning Man has robbed me of (other than a fucking normal life), I’d say it robbed me of my twenties. I watch Fraser. Enough said.
Do you have a first-hand story about growing up at Burning Man? Tell us all about it in the comments after you check out Haley’s band, Sloppy Jane, playing the Whisky a Go Go in Hollywood:
La Contessa is remembered as one of the greatest ever art cars. A half-size replica pirate ship, sailing through the desert. It famously got banned from Burning Man, then was stored on a nearby ranch. The figurehead statue was stolen from the ranch, and later a photograph appeared in an ePlaya thread (and then was removed) – it is one of the most coveted stolen art works in San Francisco today. The lady who owned the ranch sold it, and the new owner gave her a lifetime lease of her historic farmhouse. Then that burned down, and she moved out. The Burner owners of La Contessa obviously thought that the verbal agreement with her that it would be fine to store their vehicle there, transferred automatically into a binding contract with the new owner of the land – even after La Contessa got banned from Burning Man and was not being used, and even when the owner is notoriously anti-Burning Man. To me this seems like a pretty big assumption to make. Also it’s the Wild West out there, and if you’ve seen a few Westerns you know that if they burn down the farmhouse of a little old lady, they’re probably gonna burn some abandoned hippy art too.
Still, common sense goes out the window when there’s money to be had in a lawsuit. They are seeking around $1 million, apparently on the basis that the ranch owner has a $7 million yacht. The trial is set for July 30, 2012.
If you’re interested in the whole story, Scribe has written a brilliant piece on it.
La Contessa was a Spanish galleon, amazingly authentic and true to 16th-century design standards in all but a couple respects. It was half the size of the ships that carried colonizers to this continent and pirates through the Caribbean. And it was built around a school bus, designed to trawl the Burning Man festival and the Black Rock Desert environs, where it became perhaps the most iconic and surreal art piece in the event’s history.The landcraft wasn’t exactly easy to navigate. It was heavy and turned slowly. The person driving the school bus couldn’t see much, so a navigator sitting on the bow needed to communicate to the driver by radio. Those sitting in the crow’s nest felt the vessel gently sway as if it were rocking on waves.
Inside, it was opulent, with a fancy bar, gilded frames, velvet trim—a cross between an elaborate bordello and a captain’s stateroom. And adorning its bow was a priceless work of art, a figure of a woman by San Francisco sculptor Monica Maduro.
La Contessa was a controversial vessel – by the sound of it, the owners wholeheartedly embraced the piratical theme, and this may have earned them some enemies.
The ship and its captains and crew—most of whom are members of San Francisco’s popular Extra Action Marching Band—hit more than their share of storms in the desert, developing a storied outlaw reputation that eventually got them banned from Burning Man. By 2005, much of the galleon’s crew was unsure if they’d ever return. The ship was no longer welcome at the Ranch staging area run by the event’s organizers and unable to legally navigate the highways without being dismantled. So it returned to its berth on Grant Ranch, on the edge of the Black Rock Desert, where Joan Grant had welcomed La Contessaand two other large artworks since 2003.
Then late last summer, someone looted the ship, stealing Maduro’s piece, which was hidden deep within the ship’s hold. Maduro and others have kept the theft a secret until now in the hope that they might find it, fearing that publicity and police involvement might drive the piece further underground, particularly after the reported sighting of a photo of the figurehead on Tribe.net, with a caption indicating it was the latest addition to someone’s living room.
And in early December, apparently without warning, prominent local landowner Mike Stewart—new owner of the ranch—set La Contessa on fire and had her charred remains hauled away.
The pirates have had one lawsuit thrown out of Court already. The judge ruled that turning a bus into an art car, did not remove the utility of the bus. And therefore it was “Applied Art” and the owner was entitled to burn it.
…the stronger federal claim under the Visual Artists Rights Act of 1990 (VARA) having been thrown out by Judge McQuaid. The judge ruled LaContessa was “applied art”, which is specifically excluded under VARA.In dismissing the VARA claim the Court held:
A bus is a utilitarian object, the purpose of which is to move andtransport people. La Contessa was built on top of a bus and retainedthe bus’ innate function of movement and transport. La Contessa wasthus a functional object. . . . By virtue of its retention of theability to move and transport people, however slowly, it remained autilitarian object and thus constituted applied Art. In addition, tothe extent Plaintiffs assert that La Contessa was not applied artbecause it was a venue for performances, such an object is alsofunctional and would constitute applied art, as well. Accordingly, asLa Contessa was applied art, it was not a work of visual art, andPlaintiffs are thus not eligible for relief under 17 U.S.C. §106A[VARA].
They’re hoping this time round, the court will take a different view under a “conversion” claim. The essence of their claim is that La Contessa was a valuable art work, not just an old junk bus that could not be driven off the property because it was not road-worthy.
Despite this setback the trial will go forward as to whether Stewart illegally deprived Plaintiffs of their rights to the art piece by setting La Contessa on fire on December 5, 2006. One of the interesting twists involved in the case relate to the real property rights of Stewart as the land owner, a hot button topic in Nevada. These rights are pitted against the undisputed fact that Cheffins and Jones had clear authority to store La Contessa on the property from the late Joan Grant. Ms. Grant previously owned the land, but sold to Stewart and continued to live there under legal agreement. She left the property when her residence caught on fire and did not return to rebuild. Plaintiffs and friends had consistently visited La Contessa, in between it’s appearances at Burning Man, and were actively looking for an alternative location for display and/or storage when it was destroyed. It also should be noted that Stewart made no effort to contact Plaintiffs, or anyone for that matter, before torching La Contessa.
There also remains the issue of a punitive damages award against Defendant Michael Stewart, a wealthy businessman and land owner. Perhaps ironically, after burning La Contessa, Mr. Stewart attempted to sell his own yacht, Sierra Rose, for 7 Million dollars.
Their case seems to hinge on a dead lady telling them it was fine for them to store their million dollar art work outside in the paddock on a farm she neither owned nor lived in any more.
Their lawyer is working for free, if you want to help defend Burners against the evil rancher arsonist, you can chip in for their expenses:
our steadfast legal superhero, paul quade, is working pro-bono on the case, there are still some costs to cover (relocating greg and simon to reno for a month, costs for transporting and sheltering/feeding witnesses, covering the lawyer’s expenses to subpoena witnesses and other small expenses). we had a benefit, but didn’t raise quite enough. we have a paypal account: LaContessaLegalFund@gmail.com . if you are moved, we are humbly accepting donations in any amount. we need about $4000. if you donate, please make a note to us with your mailing address and you will receive a special gift with our kind regards.
Chicken John had some things to say on the matter. He breaks it down for us, in five parts no less:
A stunning vessel. Beautifully executed. Irresponsably driven by intoxicated douchebags. I loved to look at it, but I’m glad it’s gone without killing anyone. I’m all for fairness and justice, but there is probably another side to this story.There always is. It is unlikely that without any contract or any proof that theLa Contessa paid any rent for it’s storage that the owners have any recoursesave for environmental action called “intentional burning” which youneed a permit for. But that doesn’t get anyone a billion dollars. It’s alwayslike this… something done for love changes when the ability to get moneyappears. Then everything is different. Histroy gets re-written. Alliances aremade. Some steamrolling, maybe. And a lawyer coaches the re-write. And likely,the opposition will claim that the vessel was abandoned on his property, hecontacted the parties involved who didn’t respond so he torched it.
The oppositions’ lawyer will encourage him to settle, and he probably will to savethe legal fees. The fees would probably be around $40,000. So that’s what thesettlement will probably be for. Half or more will go to the lawyer. So Simonand Greg will get $10K each. I guess that’s worth it. Somehow. I dunno… itjust doesn’t feel like a revolution to me. It doesnt’ seem like this is a toolto embrace possibility. This isn’t exactly a good example as a template for unrestricted generosity… But it is their right to sue. I don’t wanna sound like a killjoy… but if thatthing crashed into a rave dome because Simon was driving it drunk and it killed30 people… we wouldn’t be having this conversation now. I’m really angryabout it. And if afforded an avenue to complain about it, I will exploit italthough this comment will likely get deleted.
I just hated that all the cops were right. That people do drugs and drivethings around out there. That we can’t be trusted. That we are just lucky. LaContessa, although brilliantly conceived and executed was the most dangerousthing I’ve ever seen. The pilot who controlled the bus that was under it wasblind. Someone would stand on the top and navigate with a walkie talkie. Youcouldn’t hear shit. They had a complex system of tapping on the deck orsomething. It was stupid. Funny now, sure. But then, it was just greasy kid stuff. It was a disregard for human life and all that everyone worked for out there. The cops are right… we can’t manage the event or the people. The Extra Action guys are just too cool for school and always have been. You can’t tell them anything. You can’t. They already know everything
When I asked Simon to please stop driving his responce was “Make me.” Ifthere was some way I could have made him, I would have. But if I tussled withhim, he had 60 idiots to back him up and I had nothing. I stayed on board as awitness so that if a bad thing happened I’d have been right there and maybecould have stopped it or at the very least testified to make sure if anaccident happened that I could finger Simon. If an accident would havehappened, Simon could just get out of the drivers seat and claim he didn’t knowwho was driving. I saw it all clearly. It was gross.
So yea. Lawsuit for $900,000… sure. Friends of La Contessa. Sure. Friends.Friends don’t like friends drive 130 of their friends on a prop @ 40 MPH highon mushrooms blind. I just don’t wanna be guilty of towing the party line here.Things could have gone WAY differently. And what if they get $900,000 (just that guys property, likely)? Rebuild it? OK fine. Can you promise to put one of those breath-a-lizer things on it so everyone can no that it won’t start unless the pilot blows clean?
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Here’s a case that shows clearly, guys with $7 million yachts don’t think like most Burners. These Burners thought “that is one of the best art cars, it’s sacred and magical, no one would ever hurt it, that would be bad karma. This nice old lady said it would be alright to keep it there so we’ve left it for years even though we don’t take it to Burning Man any more because we got kicked out, and even though the guy who owns the ranch tried to shut Burning Man down and the lady’s house burned down and she left town. What? Something happened to it? That’s not our fault, better sue!”
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Guys who are the biggest landowner in the area think “this piece of junk has been on my property for years, just like that farmhouse which I gave away a lifetime lease on. Well the farmhouse burned down mysteriously, the lady moved out and died, now I’ve just got to do something about that hippy junk. Why don’t I go ask the sherriff what the law is about burning down junk left for years on my property?”
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Here’s what the local Sherriff had to say:
Washoe County sheriff’s deputy Tracy Bloom said that he considers the fire to be third-degree arson, which is punishable by one to six years in prison under Nevada law. Yet Bloom said he believes Stewart thought he had a right to burn and remove the seemingly abandoned vehicle and therefore lacks the criminal intent needed to have charges brought against him.
“According to him, they had attempted to contact the owner to no avail, so he decided to set it on fire,” Bloom said. He wrote in his police report, “I asked Stewart if he was the one that set the La Contessa on fire and he said, ‘YES, I DID.’ I asked him why he decided to burn it. Stewart said, ‘Because the property was abandoned and left there,’ and ‘I was forced to clean it up.’”
The report indicates that Bloom, who lives in Gerlach, helped organize a community cleanup at that time, in which a scrap dealer named Stan Leavers was removing old cars and other junk. “Stewart said that was the biggest reason for burning the La Contessa so that it could be removed by Leavers,” Bloom wrote. Nonetheless, he said that didn’t give Stewart the right to burn the artwork.
“I told him, ‘You can’t just do that, and if I found any intent or malice on this, you’re going to jail,’ “ Bloom said. “But I don’t believe there was any malicious intent. If I felt like there was any malicious intent, I would have arrested him right there. I thought that boat was really cool. It was one of the coolest things out there.”
I’ll leave you with a tale about life on the “high seas” with La Contessa on a whale hunt- sounds like an early precursor to the Krug dinner.
The Spanish Galleon !! Now THAT’s a tale.
La Contessa was built by my friend Simon, and some members of his current band, Extra Action Marching Band. Simon once led a band called Crash Worship – heavy drumming with ritualistic stage performances – that was Liz Nevis’ favorite. She trained me as a deejay on KFJC.
I saw them twice and the last time in a lock-down event, was something etched indelibly in my mind.
Simon’s new band – 30-60+ members depending on their availability, sobriety, and the venue, are a full-on marching band, drum core, brass, a troupe of super-sexy girls and often a boy or two as the Flag Team, and oh my god even a lead singer!!! ok, he’s actually on a megaphone. But since they play “39 Lashes” from Tim Rice and Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Jesus Christ Superstar, I taunt him mercilessly to sing “Memories” from Cats. [and one intoxicated Thanksgiving evening up in the Sierra Gold country where a bunch of us went to Flash’s ranch, he DID sing it !!!! by a campfire with actual witnesses !!
Anyway, Simon and the Extra Action Marching Band built La Contessa to be an exact to scale model of a 15th Century Spanish Galleon … which was mostly a bordello-looking thing inside – all wood and red velvet. It had masts, a huge wheel, a crow’s nest, rigging … and the structure was concocted on a school bus. It was insanely beautiful. Because the driver couldn’t see out of the bus, the navigation was “performed” by someone on the bowsprit – which was host to a stunningly beautiful figurehead of a woman holding a lantern in front of her along the prow – with a radio to call out directions to the driver.
The Galleon was built for the 2002 theme of “The Floating World”. A few years later, someone maliciously burned it to the ground on the Nevada ranch where it was being stored. That’s grounds for a lawsuit I believe Simon is filing. I hope he does !!
In the summer of 2003, La Contessa, and the Great White Whale, another schoolbus turned into an enormous whale with an articulated tail sprung on Cadillac springs, and built by Flash and Tom Kennedy, invited some guests to an extravagant dinner out on the desert following a WHALE HUNT !! from the Galleon. The invitation itself is something of wonder, and something i will always treasure.
Dr. Hal Robbins, a legendary figure in our society does a weekly show in one venue or another called “Ask Dr. Hal” in which attendees write a request on a slip, and hopefully pay a small amount for his trouble, and Dr. Hal will answer *anything*. Once i gave him the question: How much wood would a wood buck chuck if a wood buck did eat wood? And the dollar was folded into an origami buck. Yes, a male deer. There was proof in the intricate folds 🙂 His answer should have been recorded. It went on for 10 minutes or so, starting with the creation of modern forests in the Jurassic Era and continuing through the evolution of deer !!
So on the event of the Whale Hunt, Dr, Hal stood upon the decks of La Contessa and recited, by memory, in it’s entirety, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (originally The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere) as he explained in a preamble. Samuel Taylor Coleridge himself would have been blown away. The funny part, was we kinda got lost and then ran out of gas out in the playa. Just as Hal was saying “Water water everywhere, but not a drop to drink” we all realized we hadn’t brought enough water. It was a very effective way to induce empathy to the poor Mariner’s plight. Luckily Tom Kennedy came to our rescue in a few Art Cars he’d also built, and shuttled us back to a fabulous dinner with table cloths and wine, set up in the middle of the desert.
BURNING MAN: BEYOND BLACK ROCK goes behind the scenes of a social revolution to explore the philosophy that fuels it, the social contract that drives it, and the transcendent experience that makes it a worldwide cultural force. Granted unprecedented access to the inner workings of the Burning Man organization, the filmmakers spent 18 months with the founders, organizers, artists and participants to document the full complexity and diversity of the Burning Man community. But, true to its title, the film goes beyond the city they raise in the desert – revealing the Burning Man’s plans to bring its unique culture to the rest of the world. BEYOND BLACK ROCK tells, for the first time ever, the real story of Burning Man – from the inside out.– Written by William Haskins
The Spanish Galleon !! Now THAT’s a tale.
The Galleon was built for the 2002 theme of “The Floating World”. A few years later, someone maliciously burned it to the ground on the Nevada ranch where it was being stored. That’s grounds for a lawsuit I believe Simon is filing. I hope he does !!