So,

There aren’t enough words in my brain to describe the utter madness that was my Sea of Dreams 2 Holy Ship double header adventure. This could very well be due to the major deficit in brain cells that I’m STILL experiencing, but I’m sure they’ll wash back up on the shores of my consciousness eventually.

I know that I skipped ahead a bit on y’all and already went on and on about the epic party that is the Holy Ship, but let’s take a moment and rewind a bit to Sea of Mothafuckin’ Dreams.

It was an awesome shindig, and a fantastic event that I’d love to go back to some day. You could def pick up on the burner vibes–for real, I counted the utility belts–and it was a muuuch more pleasant environment than your typical all-ages EDM NYE overdose massive. So sit back, refill those champagne flutes, and let us take ya a lil’ bit back in time to New Years Eve 2014.

It’s early as fuck in the morning,

AKA like 9:05 AM, and we just disembarked from our Alaska Airlines sponsored private jet that we graciously shared with 100something other folks who were also trying to get weird in the Bay.

We might have spent like half an hour or so drunk-contouring our face in the washroom. It might’ve looked something like this. Maybe.

Soon as that mess was on fleek, we stumbled around the airport several bloody mary’s deep amazed by the extensive vintage concert poster gallery.

The fact that the Mamas and the Papas “San Francisco” was playing in the background only added to the cliché, but in a pretty cool way. You best believe we sung along as it echoed through the halls.

(incest be damned, it’s still a good song? ha ha ha ahhh #conflicted)

After scoping poster after poster, it didn’t take long for us to realize that hella trippy shit has gone down at the very same venue we’d be at later that night–The Bill Graham Civic Auditorium for Sea of Dreams NYE.

A 40 minute BART train ride brought us to the city, where some retro-hipster-boombox-on-the-shoulder bucket hat wearing type of dude was blasting Tupac’s “California Love”.

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I shit you not, those first couple hours after we lost our San Fran virginity featured the best possible soundtrack a musically inclined tourist could ask for.

We were the first of the homies to arrive, but soon as the rest showed up, the party was on. In comparison, Chingy’s supposedly “legendary” stay at the Holiday Inn back in like ’03 was nothin’ but an impromptu bible study.

The rooms we had command over featured the best of that Cali medical good-good, along with dabs and edibles for days….

~~among other things~~.

After making a booze run at what very well could have been the Tenderloin’s most exclusive, premium liquor store where bottles of Andre lined the top shelf, and jugs Carlo Rossi lined the bottom, it became clear that shit was about to get turned even further upside down in the best way possible that night*.

The liquor store prophecy fulfilled itself a couple hours later when this random deadhead gypsy man with super heady stalactite krystalz jammed through the brim of his hat offered the crew none other than MOTHERFUCKING GEL TABS aka Lucy in a Versace gown.

In the words of Evil Twin; “Shit was fire–like a shooting star over an erupting volcano in the heart of Earth’s core status fire.

At first, we were like,

then it made us all like,

which had us seeing shit like,

and stripped us of our ego ’till we felt like,

until our third eye began to open like,

and we woke up like,

damn.

A good trip is better than a thousand orgasms, and you can write that on my tombstone.”

Whether you were on some cosmic plane of consciousness or tuned in to a more earthbound frequency, the music was fantastic. In the year 2046 when we can translate subconscious emotions and sensations directly into words, I’ll tell ya all about it, but until then let me just say that it. was.

It was certainly different from Pretty Lights’ 2013 NYE set, during which he and the band did a WRONG PLATFORM JAM–so like, this song, but with live ass horns and even more awesomeness:

At the time, we had yet to experience Holy Ship, and were a wee bit bummed out that PL didn’t dig up the real deep cuts, but after all was said and done you know damn well that Evil Twin, Yours Truly, and the whole damn crew were pleased as FUCK with the music we heard that night.

Every single artist that played absolutely killed it. From Lettuce’s groovy as hell funk sesh, to Beats Antique’s ethereal world beat, to Pretty Light’s signature electro-final countdown at midnight and the soulful melodic jams that followed, the new year had arrived and did so with a heavy bassline and a whole lotta heart. ♡

(Oh, and the night was brought to a close with Flying Lotus’s dark, eclectic sound. I gotta say though, while homie is an incredible artist and absolutely put on a fantastic show, his “You’re Dead!” existentialist instrumental vibe just didn’t…really…fit. Aside from that though, 10/10 would def fucks with Sea of Dreams again)

Other random highlights of this first leg of the adventure included chillin with one of the Welch Brothers,

eating sushiritos,

and hella deep dish too (which is surprisingly readily available despite SF being so far away from Chi town).

We also somehow managed to become regulars in a mere two days at this dank breakfast spot,

and got real touristy with it at the Golden Gate Bridge.

Overall, I’d def have to say that our first time visiting San Francisco was a success. It’s a shame that cost of living there has to be so damn expensive, cause it’s totally a spot where Evil Twin and I could and would post up for sure.

We’re West Coast girls when it comes down to it, and it was sad to have to peace out of such a dope place. However, the fact that leaving SF only meant that we were moving on to the second part of the mission–Holy Ship–definitely made the departure a little bit easier.

Juuuust a little though.

Till next time!

Yours Truly,

Tara Oceana xo

*Sea of Dreams was actually a two day event, and while I was definitely in attendance both days and had a sick ass time, there was a fair bit of upright disco napping the first night. As a result, I omitted that shit for the sake of a sweeter flow. Sorry not sorry. <3

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