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SA
No great secret that I only go to SA when needs must and the plan was to dump the car in the huge sandpit on Carrer de Cala Gracio to retrieve the following day after
Pikes and a smacked out dawn swim, only for it not to happen…We had time for a bite before the party and found ourselves on Carrer de Cervantes facing a (short-lived) dilemma between
Donde Paco Tapería on one side of the street and
Fatsos on the other. (Calling a dining establishment
Fatsos is certainly a novel marketing strategy. We crossed the street.)
At one point we also popped over to Cala de Bou too which in truth did nothing to win me over. We stopped off somewhere which IIRC offered
Burger and Chips
Pizza and Chips
Curry and Chips
Fish and Chips
Cyanide, Morphine, Arsenic and Chips
Who am I to sneer though? Nobody cares what I think. Who the f*ck am I to judge? You come to realise in middle age that everyone has different lives, expectations, diets, ideas. It just ain’t for me.
Of course, our main reason for heading to SA was
Pikes and over the week we put in 3 visits in total. I already evangelised enough in the Pikes thread. I was nervous beforehand. I did wonder if I would enjoy it this time but when all the elements come together it is such good fun being around wiser heads who just want to be silly for a few days. Musically there is very little on the island I give a shit about so you cannot be too picky about venues, though of course there are aspects of Pikes which are annoying. The hype is irritating and the smugness at times is just ugh + could do with a more diverse crowd although was good to see a strong global contingent at
DJ Harvey and a lot of Spanish at
Homies. We popped in for an hour on the last night. [Shout to
@Anselmi K . Nice to finally meet you!] We didn’t stay too long - were pretty exhausted and rave flu was kicking in by then. Gutted to miss
il capo Leo Mas. I might also have caught a glimpse of
FGP nonchalantly perched on a garden wall. I had ten years of searching questions but where do you even start? Inexplicably, we lost him in the crowd before I could even fire off one. The Harvey night of course is the one that will live long in the memory. I get that it won’t appeal to everyone, and if you want solid prog, organic house or panel beater techno it certainly isn’t for you. I just gradually got bored of continuous 4/4 about 15 years ago and he and various other beards I follow gradually filled that void. I know my clubbing days are limited now and I need to treasure these moments.
At some point I reached an age where my priorities shifted a lot. The music still matters but not like it did. Reality, people, life all get in the way. Indeed, my favourite moment of the week wasn’t music, food, dirty afters or sunset-related but actually a chat in Catalan with the guy who runs the
Insula bar at the far end of Carrer des Riu (SE). He has lived in Ibiza for 24 years and originally came from the town of Granollers just outside Barcelona. He told me that the famous greixonera dessert (a guilty pleasure) is as unique to Ibiza as hierbas and way superior to the ‘pudin’ options on the mainland which are just glorified flans. With a nostalgic beam, he told me how he used to knock about in the same BCN clubs I remembered as an Erasmus student like
Luz de Gas back in the 90s, which totally floored me! Those family bars are the ones I treasure, and as cool as the music is at somewhere like
The Standard, those swanky places are evidently set up for posing not socialising.
At times, it was a week of real emotional extremes. The euphoria of reconnecting with old friends and meeting new ones, versus the heartbreaking scene I described on Cala Llonga beach which makes you realise how quickly life can be snuffed out. I chatted with various people over the week, locals, expats, DJs and I guess I feel slightly more tuned into the Ibiza ecosystem. For all the marketing, the island is ultimately a deeply emotional experience for all of us even if not all us yet fully understand why.
Dates: 20-28 Sept
Money spent? weeps
Will I go back? Oh yes
Top tips? Don’t believe every internet chinese whisper...
Regrets? would like to have run into a few more faces off here but sadly was not to be
Hasta la pasta!