Over this past summer, the Opulent
Temple was visited by the editor of dance music's biggest publication
in the world - DJ Mag. She ended up writing a 6 page feature article that appeared in the recent Top 100 issue, their biggest issue ever. We've re-posted that article here for you to read with their permission.

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By Lesley Wright : Editor In Chief, DJ Mag

The
Golden Gate Bridge is lit up with twinkling lights, a giant ghetto
blaster glides by with people dancing on top, and from the darkness a
pink and mauve grinning Chesire cat emerges. Alice is probably here
somewhere too. For we're in a Wonderland. Of sorts.

This is just
a selection of the fantastical mutant artcars and buses cruising around
Burning Man, the week-long arts and (increasingly so) music festival
located in the Black Rock Desert, northwest Nevada. This is as extreme
as it gets, a sensory overload where the surreal becomes the norm and
where the weird and wonderful becomes a way of life amongst a community
who turn their back on society's demands and expectations in a
microcosmic paradise of freedom and expression.

Set on an
ancient lakebed (the playa) guarded by majestic mountains, Burning Man
is like a parallel universe. It's from another time and place, another
dimension. By day it's Mad Max under a scorching desert sun. As night
falls and the temperature drops it's Close Encounters of The Third Kind
meets Disneyland on acid scorched with Pagan undertones. It engulfs you
in sense of fun and adventure, but for fi rst-timers it also shakes you
up, strips you down and touches your soul in a way never before
experienced. It is, in a word, overwhelming.

Our story really
begins just over a year before, in the back of a yellow cab crawling
through New York one warm September day with Lee Burridge regaling
glorious tales from his Burning Man experience a few days previous. We
smile and nod and make all the right noises, but have already concluded
that Burning Man isn't for us. Who wants to be stuck in the desert with
loads of acid-fried hippies dancing around naked to psy-trance? In
truth, it scares us. For there's no escape. No mobile signal. No
hailing a fast cab home if we've had enough. It's as extreme as the
elements it's set in. By all accounts, fuck that.

Then, on 30th
April this year, an unexpected email pops into our inbox. It's from Lee
Coombs and asks simply, "How would you like to go to Burning Man this
year?"

We hesitate for a second before typing "Absolutely!" and hitting send. Well, when push comes to shove...

Lee
hooks us up with prominent San Francisco-based DJ and promoter Syd
Gris, who throws some of the Bay Area's best parties under his Opel
Productions banner. He also heads up the Opulent Temple, the largest sound stage at Burning Man. The logistics are worked out and we're good to go.

As
the date approaches our excitement is tinged with anxiety and peppered
with trepidation. Opinion amongst friends is split: some declare we'll
love it, others consider it more of an endurance test. One particular
individual who's already been 'burned' imparts the wisdom that it will
change our lives forever. Which kinda shits us up - we like our life
just as it is. What the hell goes on out there?

Tuesday
afternoon and our American Airlines flight takes off from Heathrow to
Dallas, where we board a connection to Reno. Dubbed 'The Biggest Little
City in the World', Reno is famous for its casinos - and little else -
and we crash overnight in the El Dorado Casino & Hotel, awash with
blinking and bleeping slot machines at every turn.

Bright and
early on Wednesday morning we meet up with Syd's girlfriend Samantha
and her friends Brenda and Nayelli and set out on the final three-hour
road trip to our destination. The girls explain the Burning Man 'moop'
- matter out of place - principle. It's simple - the desert should be
left the way it's found, clear of any rubbish, debris, cans, bottles or
even cigarette butts. In other words, leave no trace. Sounds much more
pleasant than the carpet of filth found at every UK festival. Signs of
civilisation become scarce as the road stretches out in front of us.
The surrounding land begins to look more threadbare before the last
determined tufts of greenery vanish to reveal a carpet of alkaline dust.

We
turn off the road and join a steady stream of motor homes and cars
similarly weighed down with vital supplies. The only commodities that
can be purchased at the festival are ice and coffee. Otherwise, dollars
are useless, Burning Man based on the criterion of giving, sharing and
looking after each other - the complete opposite of the selfish
attitude prevalent in the greed infused modern world.

"We've got
a newbie," the girls inform the naked - bar boots and bandana -greeter
checking our tickets, a cheery old geezer with his dangly bits on
display. Newbies either have to lie on the ground and make dust angels,
bend over for a spanking or ring a heavy old bell. Or all three. We get
off lightly.

"Welcome home," beams or cuddly greeter. We're
going in... Nine miles in circumference, around 50,000 people have been
drawn to Burning Man this year, once again creating Black Rock City -
the fourth largest city in the state during its temporary existence.
Laid out in an arc, wide avenues are named after points on the
clockface and the tall wooden Burning Man effigy located at 6pm helps
Burners navigate around the site. The inner arc is The Esplanade, where
most of the action happens, and out in front is the playa proper. It's
flat and vast and during the last Ice Age, almost 13,000 years ago, it
was a lakebed, 500 feet under water at the bottom of Lake Lahotan.

We locate Syd's RV - home for the next four nights - in the Opulent
Camp. Over six feet tall, Syd's friendly face is peppered with
freckles, giving him an instantly likeable charm complemented by his
calm composure. He and his core crew arrived six nights previous to set
up camp and the Opulent Temple sound stage.

This
year's Burning Man theme is 'the American Dream' and, apart from
tonight's annual 'Sacred Dance', Syd and co. have christened their
parties 'The Perils of Patriotism', 'The America Ahead - Dreams &
Nightmares' and such like, in a bid to make people think about the
political climate.

Originally a heavy metal and grunge fan, Syd got into dance music later in the game, in November 1998.

"I
was 28 when I had my first proper clubbing experience," he recalls. "I
was in the middle of graduate school and had just separated from my
wife so I was pretty down.Two friends dragged me to a club where
Spundae were throwing a party.

"It was a time when the
progressive trance sound was king and, sure enough, two hours later I
was in the middle of the dance floor in love with the world. I was
reminded that I would be happy again. "My friends say they created a
monster," he chuckles, "because I was so into retouching with that
experience and learning about electronic music, its genres and
sub-genres."

His first Burning Man experience came three years
later, in 2001, and was something of an epiphany. "I camped with
friends and was introduced to how these small tribes/ communities -
mostly Bay Area based - created these dance camps to do their thing,"
remembers Syd. "It was something of a transition period for Burning
Man, when the sound camps were becoming a more prevalent experience. I
was very inspired by the creativity." Back home in San Fran, Syd began
volunteering for the Radiance parties, which were connected to the
Burning Man communities. Offering more than just music, the parties
also included midnight ceremonies, guided meditation or some form of
performance art. It appealed to Syd, who also began playing in their
chillout room. But in a parallel process he was still having it large
in the commercial club scene and initially cut his promoter's teeth by
throwing several big benefi t parties in association with Spundae.
Ideally, he wanted to bring the two clubbing worlds together.

"What
I saw in the commercial club scene was the big name DJs, the big
productions and the big crowds, and I wanted to guide that scene
towards being good for the community," he explains.

By 2002 Syd
had set up his own production company, Opel Productions, designed to be
a fusion between the Burning Man scene and the commercial club scene.
The next year he started Opulent Temple and in a joint venture hooked up with the Infi nite Kaos tribe to bring a sound camp to Burning Man - the Opulent
Temple of Kaos. Sandra Collins, Tipper and Josh Gabriel all played but
Syd claims the Infi nite Kaos crew lived up to their name so in 2004 he
went out on a limb to create his own vision - the Opulent Temple of Venus. Hybrid, D:Fuse and Scumfrog tore it up and the Opulent
Temple has since become the biggest sound camp on the playa showcasing
a tight team of residents, friends and worldclass DJ talent.

The Freaks Come Out

We
set off across the playa on bicycles. It's the easiest way to get
around - or should be - but winds have left a downy patchwork quilt of
dust on the ground and cycling is hard work. We grind to a halt and
keel over sideways more than once. First we check out the set-up at the
Opulent Temple. Made to withstand the
fiercest dust storm, the DJ booth is an ornate pod decorated with
intricate metal work. It's fl anked either side by giant round screens
suspended from similarly detailed metal columns. Viewed together as one
piece - and with a little imagination - the set-up looks like a mutant
insect, the screens its outstretched wings and the DJ pod its full
round belly. Opposite is a raised platform skirted with rope for an
elevated rave experience and we can't wait to see it all come to life
later.

Peddling out to the Burning Man effigy, we cut across to
the other side of the playa, swing a right past a massive vase of
silver desert daisies and hit The Deep End, the day-time party
equivalent to the Opulent Temple's
night-time rave. A scene straight from the Wild West, it boasts a
wooden saloon, casino-come-chillout area and giant water tower, dancing
people dangling from it, naturally. The crowd is a mixture of flesh and
colours - girls in bikinis; bare-chested blokes; six packs and tutus;
hats, wigs and comedy shades and bright body paint; a girl observing
the scene from the comfort of her motorised sofa with discoball
suspended overhead. As you do.

But it's at night that the freaks really come out. By 9pm numbers are swelling at the Opulent
Temple's annual Sacred Dance party, amassing into a swirling ocean of
outrageously colourful characters - dancing ketchup and mustard
bottles, tin foil robots, furry animals, a human torch, Indian squaws,
day-glo cowboys, corset and French knicker-wearing saloon girls and
Christ-knows-what-else all lost in a sea of beats.

Brit DJing
brothers Ed and Tom Real fire out waves of wonky tech and electro
largess, US star The Scumfrog drops fi lthy skuzzy house and mash-up
manipulator Tim Healey blows the speakers apart with his trashed-out
sound. Set in the middle of nowhere, the music is as cutting-edge as
you'd find in any London club. OT resident Vinkalmann veers down a more
progressive route and as DJ-controlled flames shoot out from the booth,
lighting up the scene in a fierce orange glow, there's nowhere on earth
we'd rather be right now. It's quite a party.

But what really strikes is that while Opel Productions is Syd's commercial venture, the Opulent
Temple is a completely self-funded exercise. Everyone donates their
time and expertise for free. No-one gets paid a penny, not even the
DJs. The $60K production costs are met through a series of fund-raisers
held throughout the year. And sadly failing to recognise music as art,
the Burning Man organisation offer no financial support. Hell, the OT
crew and the DJs even have to buy their own tickets!

"I have
nothing but admiration for the OT guys," says Lee Coombs when we bump
into him. "They put in so much hard work to make this happen and it's
really all for the love."

Of course, Syd is at pains to point out that he couldn't stage the Opulent Temple on his own.

"There's
around 130 people in the camp and probably a core of about 30 people
who really make the camp happen," says Syd. "They're motivated by the
same thing I was in the beginning, to rock Burning Man at the biggest
sound camp. Others have offered to help after being touched by their
previous experiences here, epic experiences at Opulent
Temple that have completely changed their lives. I've had people
emphatically say, 'Dude, you changed my life, 'You saved my marriage',
'You've renewed my faith and vigour' and that's why they help us."

Bass Pressure

After
dancing until sunrise and following a few hours sleep we feel strangely
refreshed. So we walk the few miles over to The Deep End where Syd is
playing an electro classics set. But it takes longer, much longer, to
get there than we reckoned and by the time we make it we've missed Syd.
After an unsuccessful scout around to find him, we opt for the long
walk back. Then just as Syd, Samantha and Brenda make it back to the RV
we come over all faint. With our head between our knees, their
concerned fussing leaves us mightily embarrassed. The desert has just
whipped our ass. Following an extended power nap, we're back at the Opulent
Temple in time for tonight's belly-dance show and then throw ourselves
into the middle of the throng as Jefr Tale and femme fatale Dulce Vita
apply the right amount of bass pressure, setting it up perfectly for UK
breaks funkateers Ali B, Dylan Rhymes and Lee Coombs. In succession,
tonight's Brit contingent drench the crowd in an electrical storm of
house, rib-rattling tech, rocket-powered electro and ass-shaking acid
accentuated with their funkified breaks. Every bone in our body is
aching but non-more so than our cheekbones, sore from flashing constant
grins as each tune kicks in.

"That DJ booth is one of the
greatest places to DJ in the world," chuckles Lee after his set. "I've
played a huge range of clubs and festivals over the years but this is
truly original. Where else would you have a giant metal pod with
massive flame-throwers on the top that the DJ controls? There's nothing
quite like letting off a huge flame as one of your favourite records
kicks in.

"All you can see out of the booth is thousands of
people dressed in crazy outfits. In the distance you can see the
artcars driving across the desert and when you look up there's a clear
sky and the shape of mountains on either side. Awesome is the only word
to describe it." We continue rocking through 'til Syd's sunrise set and
beyond, caning it with Lee and American house jock DJ Dan. An annual
visitor since his first trip three years ago, Burning Man and the Opulent Temple continue to strike a chord with Dan.

"I'm
still blown away by how kind and generous everyone is, everyone looking
out for each other and just showing an honest love for their fellow
man," says Dan. "The amount of creativity that people put into their
art, music and clothing is so inspiring. I haven't felt this much
electricity in the air since the early rave days.

"The people
here are of all ages and all walks of life but they're all here for the
same reason - to inspire and be inspired, to give and receive love and
to love and respect the land and each other. Every year it refuels my
soul."

Special Magic

Friday night is the real
biggie for Syd and his crew. DJ Dan is playing tonight along with
Christopher Lawrence, with Carl Cox making his Burning Man debut at the
Opulent Temple. Rubbing our eyes awake,
it's well into the evening and the sound stage is unusually silent.
There's a huge crowd gathering but no music. Fuck. Calmly (at least it
seems), as the minutes stretch into hours, the sound engineers work out
the cause of the problem and fix it. With the line-up reshuffled, DJ
Dan makes up for lost time by slamming down some fucked-up twisted
house as the crowd swells beyond imagination.

Carl Cox on the bill has a magnetic impact. Around 5000 people have been drawn to the Opulent
Temple and the fug of creative energy is all but crackling. Lasers
dance in the sky as Coxy drops his first record. The invisible
touchpaper has been lit and Carl it right out with fierce house and
funk-fuelled techno, his grinning face and constant shoulder shrugging
dance moves beamed onto the giant screens, cut-up with fi rst-class
visuals. Tonight a special kind of magic cocoons Coxy and the crowd,
who're hanging onto his every note. Locked in the here and now we
realise that this is no ordinary Carl Cox set in no ordinary setting.
Perhaps it's the collective process of a lifetime's memory being
imprinted on everyone's mind simultaneously that adds to the intensity.
Whatever it is, it's beyond special. And Carl Cox feels it too,
grabbing a mic and vowing to return next year. After a nervous start to
the night, Syd is now in his element.

"Carl playing was one of
those moments when it all came together," he grins, "when you look
around and you're pleased with your efforts and the results, in part
because you know you're the steward of thousands of people's joy.
You're doing all this stuff to create this space for these awesome
things to happen - and then they actually happen."

But as well
as party ringmaster, Syd also has another message to spread. Each night
- just for a few brief minutes - he takes the mic in the DJ pod and
encourages the crowd to be politically aware, even confessing: "I
haven't been that proud to be American over the past eight years.".
With the States gripped in presidential election fever, Syd is pro
change and believes that politics have a place in dance music.

"A
lot of people don't want their parties and their politics to mix and I
totally understand and respect that - but that's not my thing," says
Syd. "The state of the world is such that we don't have that luxury to
enjoy our parties without engaging in society. For me, who happens to
be part of the dance community, doing my part means trying to mobilise
that community to do good in the world. DJ sets, parties in San
Francisco and Burning Man camps and promotion are all platforms to
spread that message."

Flip The Script

Acutely
aware that we've been a night-owl since our arrival, it's time to fl ip
the script. So we hit the sack soon after Coxy's set pledging to embark
on a daytime adventure come morning. With the temperature not yet too
hot, the cloudless morning sky is the perfect canopy under which to
have a lengthy mosey around. There's a pleasant wind but as a
precaution we pop goggles on our head and tie a scarf around our neck,
conscious of protecting our eyes, nose and mouth should the playa dust
kick up. The Esplanade, relatively deserted of people, is still an
explosion of colour with weird, wacky and wonderful sights everywhere.
Two huge wicker statues take our breath away, Spanky's wine bar elicits
a titter, we're amazed to find a few earlybirds whizzing around the
Black Rock City Roller Disco - more astounded that we've stumbled
across a roller disco than that there are people on wheels - while the
Vedges & Gimps Camp and Suck 'N' Fuck Saloon leave us scratching
our head. An older couple with their butts hanging out bid us good
morning as we're admiring a giant tree made from animal skulls, and a
bloke cycles past towing a line of teddy bears in little trailers. A
sunfl ower cycles past in the opposite direction, matching the yellow
duck artcar that's parked up, just past the huge sneaker-wearing
skeleton sitting behind an oversized desk. This morning's reality is
like a flicker-book with something fantastic on each page.

Already
punch-drunk on surreal sights and contemplating visiting the Porn &
Eggs Camp for breakfast, we're distracted by two alien couples
nonchalantly strolling along. You couldn't make this shit up. And then
the penny drops. This place is like a huge funny farm for all kinds of
exhibitionists. And yet life in this abstract and absurd community is
more normal, more comforting, than in any other city because it's built
simply on respect for each other.

We wander out onto the playa
where spiraling vortexes of sand - known as 'ancestors' - dance in
amongst all sorts of incredible art pieces and breath-taking sculptures
and become immersed in contemplation at the Temple of Solace, Burning
Man offering hedonism and soul-searching serenity in equal measure.

Back
at camp, Ali B finds us plonked on a deckchair scribbling notes
furiously and invites us to his nearby RV for lunch. With the wind
picking up, we follow him inside. Parked facing The Esplanade, the huge
windscreen of Ali's RV gives a widescreen cinematic view but outside
the picture is becoming hazy and then - whiteout. A ferocious sandstorm
has just unfurled right before our eyes with visibility reduced to a
few metres. We've never experience anything like it. Every now and then
the curtain of sand parts to reveal people struggling against the
elements, others rolling around with laughter at their predicament,
some running open armed into the playa to be swallowed up whole. We
laugh in astonishment as a pirate ship sails past and disappears from
view a few seconds later.

"Yep, Burning Man is one of a kind,"
nods Ali. "Every four seconds you see something amazing and then four
seconds later you see something else. It's near impossible to document·
The only way to get a true understanding of what it's like is to
experience it first-hand. "The desert is like a big blank canvas or the
white walls of a gallery and for one week a year it gets filled to the
brim with all sorts of crazy stuff - moving and stationary artwork,
music, crazy vehicles, bikes, costumes and lots of fire."

Feel The Burn

Six
- yes six - hours later and the sandstorm lifts as quickly as it
descended, the wind dying down and dust settling in time for Saturday
night's burning of the man ceremony. Proudly lit, all the artcars and
artbuses form a wide circle near the base of the effigy with thousands
of people emerging from all corners of the site to form a huge
congregation. Flames shoot out intermittently from tall sentry-like
torches answered by flame-throwing artcars in a dramatic
call-and-response performance that heightens the tension.

To a
cacophony of whooping and cheering, the effigy's arms slowly rise up as
a huge fireworks display explodes into a million shards of colour into
the dark sky. Another explosion marks the start of the burn and the
wooden structure is consumed by yellow flames.

We're shipping
out just after sunrise so sleeping seems like cheating and we opt to
push right through. Our desert endurance test has passed in the blink
of an eye although, admittedly, we do feel like we've been turned
upside down. Marine Parade label boss and genrehopping punk Adam
Freeland gives us a much needed energy jab for the homestraight, Syd
follows-up with some on-point pounders and Josh Gabriel steers the
still strong crowd down his new techno route.

Following a touch
of psy-trance from Dyloot of Deep Voices, we feel tears well up as OT
camp crusader Cosmic Selector drops 808 State's 'Pacific State' as the
sun breaks over the horizon heralding a new day, a beautiful track for
a beautiful moment.

Everything seems perfect - apart from the question mark hanging over the Opulent Temple's return next year, Syd and his crew despairing at the lack of support from festival organisers.

"Part
of it depends on Burning Man and if they are gonna see, even just a
little bit, the way we see things - that music is art," says Syd.

"The
other part is talent based. If Carl Cox wants to come back next year,
which he's already saying, it would be really hard to say, 'Sorry'. And
if Armin Van Buuren tells me he's gonna come to my camp, then it's a
guarantee that I'll do the camp, just to see Armin blow it apart - that
would be something."

We're almost asleep on our feet by the time
we climb into a waiting car to take us back to the airport at Reno.
Carl Cox is in the front passenger seat, also obviously affected by the
past few days.

"This isn't a festival, it's a gathering of
people who're here to find out about themselves, be who they want to be
and feel completely free," says Carl. "I've never experienced anything
like it. The amount of creativity and spirit is just unusual and
there's a real sense of community amongst people who don't even know
each other.

"The Opulent Temple guys are a great bunch of people and the way they create the Opulent
Temple is amazing. I want to do whatever I can to help them. Music is
art and it's important that is recognised." Driving through the Burning
Man site, we're kinda sad to be heading back on the road to normality,
to a frantic world of deadlines and schedules.

"What's even more
amazing is that soon all this will be gone," says Coxy. "Gone without a
trace." Which may be so… but the magic will remain. LesLey wRIgHt

Words by Lesley Wright (DJ Mag). Pics by Mark Rahmani (MV Galleries) & Lesley Wright

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