(Ibiza Through the Eyes of a Barefoot Doctor)
May in Ibiza lives up to its implications – this may happen, that may
happen – the field of possibilities is fecund and already splashed
wantonly about with the colors and fragrances of a symphony of
The softly cloaked silence of winter now fully sloughed off, the island
wakes up like a brazen lotus opening its petals, and on each sits a sacred
dakini smiling seductively, wearing a bikini, proffering a sense anything
could happen and almost definitely will.
Valiantly defying a backdrop of tumbling Euros and spitting volcanoes,
hotels and rentals rumored booked solid right through the summer,
portending the most vibrantly rammed season in living memory, the
anticipation here is understandably palpable.
Deals are being struck, nights committed to, sound and lighting schemes
devised, visuals prepared, dance steps drilled, voices and instruments
tuned, laptops fired up and booster rockets armed at the ready.
In the face of this unprecedented passage, discreet, radical changes and
benign transformations are beginning to blossom: not just the subtle shift
in flavor from London to Berlin informing the sub-current of the rhythms,
not just the soft swing towards more sophisticated settings but something
deeper in the consciousness informing all of it.
People feel something waking up within and it’s palpable: a universal
spirit urging its way progressively more insistently through each of us.
And if you listen very carefully, somewhere in the infinitesimal gap
between compressed and gated kick drum and hi-hat, you’ll feel it wake up
in you too.You don’t even have to be on the island to pick up the beat but
And if you are, tune in here at all times, frequently, regularly, where
this Barefoot Doctor will be at your service providing an existential
rudder and news of my own and other universally spirited events,
existential experiments on the dance-floor I’d like to share with you.
Over and out.
Sound wisdom for groovers DAILY & FREE at