Yuris’ Night: Show Me Your Rocket: One Spaceman’s Account of One of The Funnest Colorado Parties of the Year

“I could have gone on flying through space forever.” Yuri Gagarin.

The Colorado Burn scene is a thing among things. There are many things happening in spite of the other things. From the things like the Apogaea ticketing successes, to things like the decompression planning abortion, the scene here feels much like the perfect chaos of the playa. Nothing planned works how it was planned and everything unexpected, never asked for, never wanted or imagined goes off perfectly. In the vein of the Burn, you brought an idea, and came home with a dream. Fire, the vacuum of space, and the blissful bass-pounding speakers filled with dance music are the guilty parties, the conspiracy trying to bring the Denver Burners an amazing night. It was April 7th, 2012, there were stars, clouds and electricity in the air. Sweat dripped from the brows of burners, of dancers, and of DJs alike. That last minute detail on you suit, the right stretches for getting down injury-free, or just the right track to fuel the dance floor—in typical Burner fashion last minute was the name of the game.

The party started off slow at Club 2200 but space magic was afoot. For those unfamiliar, Club 2200 is a bi-level building, made of brick and mortar with a wonderful backyard patio area, nestled deep in the heart of the historic neighborhood of Five Points in Denver. This venue is not on the strip, it’s not in the trendy Chad and Kelly infested areas close to stadiums and the monuments erected in worship of the overpaid ball handling sports athletes of our time. It’s located in the seedy, the dark, and the broken Five Points; a neighborhood truly full of flair, with heart, riddled with creative human achievement—an overall oh-so appropriate vibe for a Burner party. As the night progressed, the upstairs room, saturated in techno, in house and in general solid booty-shakin’ goodness stayed calm yet danceable. Conversations could be had, talk of projects, or art, and of feverish planning were prevalent.

Downstairs was another matter. As the night aged like a classic sonata, or a rare wine, the vibe and the feel of the downstairs grew like a cancer. Half-clad beautiful people ascended the boxlike dance platforms and began to shake it in a manner only God himself is familiar with. Bathed in the blacklight glow along with the soft warm undulating light of the rockets arranged with care by the promoters, skin and costume moved synchronously with the pounding tracks as they effortlessly blended from one to the next. Right up until the house lights came on, the night built like a massive acid trip, multiplying dimensionally every second. It was truly a beautiful night had by all, and a wonderful tribute to Yuri. “I see Earth! It is so beautiful!” Yuri Gagarin.

Decompression was cancelled in Colorado this year, and Yuri’s night was here to save the day. The costumes, the lights, the music and the rocket; these were the things of Yuri’s dream. These were the things that wiped the tears from the eyes of the Colorado Burners, robbed of Decompression, by time and by circumstance. For those of you that do not know, Yuri Gagarin was a Russian cosmonaut, who was the first human to travel to space.

Please point your space mouse to YurisNight.net for more Spaceman Yuri Propaganda and Information Love. Yuri was a strapping straight-faced man, who spent one hundred eight hours in space. According to Sergel Korolev, the chief designer of the rocket Yuri rode to outerspace, Yuri possessed “a smile that lit up the cold war”. For this space man in particular, Yuri’s Night will be an annual celebration, not to be missed.

“What beauty. I saw clouds and their light shadows on the distant dear Earth…The water looked like darkish, slightly gleaming spots…When I watched the horizon, I saw the abrupt, contrasting transition from the Earth’s light-colored surface to the absolutely black sky. I enjoyed the rich color spectrum of the earth. It is surrounded by a light blue aureole that gradually darkens, becoming turquoise, dark blue, violet, and finally coal black.” Yuri Gagarin.





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