This tale is best appreciated with a full glass of rum in your hand, a parrot on your shoulder and feather in your hat so, if you wouldn’t mind, please take this moment before the next paragraph to get yourself prepared.
So far as the tales go back none have been spared the snare of the mud, the heaving dance floors and the tornado of sounds that Maitreya exudes. This year was no exception, but there were other depths also to explore- in the painted walls that dragged you along and into them, in the slide of water with a mind of its own and in the living installations that bewilder with their structure and movement. And these experiences are the treasures that we seek to behold.
A notorious captain commandeered my journey, dictating that I put pause to my Maitreya in order to get him there, though our roles were reversed for the three and a half hours spent together. Captain Hook sat by my side as I steered us northwest into the soft, early morning light. As the sun crept higher, we drifted along bitumen seas, smoking cigarettes as my right arm got sunburnt and Captain Hook, or Reshef as he’s known to those close, regaled me with his experiences and philosophies of the metamorphosis of music.
‘I think when an artist, any artist, any kind; if he’s connected to his soul and he’s there mind, body and soul there is no way on earth that his music will sound different to his vibration, so that’s what I believe in,’ Reshef said.
It is plain that his musical style has taken a more organic and harmonic turn in recent years, his set at Maitreya a perfect example of his tuning into a more profound space within himself and towards the external world. This frequency he has opened himself up to is like this air of freedom pushing him like sails in the wind. He has navigated himself towards a higher vibration and when I experienced his music at the destination, everything we had discussed and all that he had shared with me proved to be directly in flow with the realization.
No matter what criticisms some Maitreyans had on the festival- this and that about the new wave of partygoers upsetting the values etc. etc. – the music was still remarkably, ship sinkingly excellent. The dance floors had that magnetic pulse which facilitates the connection and consciousness that we drown ourselves in and take away with us. D-Nox and Beckers shone like they always do with their interminable deluge of light, bouncy and always thoughtful beats, as the day grew ever longer. Naked scallywags hijacked the rafts of sailors floating innocently in the lake as the main stage overflowed with all sorts of creatures dancing to the likes of Freedom Fighters, Hypnagog and E-Clip to name but a few. And yes, the rubbish left behind was upsetting and yes, the abuse of dangerous substances was alarming, but I’m confident that an event like Maitreya has the power to teach most the significance of love for your land, love for others and love for yourself, even if it does take time.
Reshef’s transformation spiritually and vibrationally took time, even if the change wasn’t necessarily taking place within its boundaries. I know I have learned many lessons through music and dancing, some powerful and some subtle, and sometimes those lessons can take a long while before I am able to put them fluently into practice. It is a captivating and stirring feeling to become aware of your own change, and Reshef was still in the midst of this at Maitreya. The first time Reshef became conscious of the influences his music was taking on was when he went to 432 htz. ‘I think it was the first time I’ve created a… mudra-I would say,’ Reshef said.
‘A sound that was really deep and organic and I didn’t know where I was going with it the first time.’ It was the beauty of an energetic alignment that ultimately gave Captain Hook this more intimate and melodic sound, and this balance has made him more of an artist in every sense.
‘I’m kind of always afraid to do cords and harmonics… I’ve been doing music for so long but I’ve never actually studied it.
‘But I’ve realized… that I got it, that I know it, that my ear recognizes the frequency while it’s playing, and I don’t have to know the theory behind it, I just know when something’s seeming right.’
There is information and insight buried at Maitreya, in its people, music and art… if you’re a good enough pirate to find it.