My first Dirtybird rave was the essence of underground. Like always, news of the party spread by word of mouth. You could keep the Facebook event page unsearchable. Your profile wouldn’t rat you out. Still, there was a physical vetting process, a practice we would do well to bring back.

Ever felt gloriously alive after an all-night rave on Baker Beach and ending your evening by seeing the Golden Gate Bridge popping out from behind Karl The Fog’s cloak at daybreak?  For those who experienced and still cherish that feeling…for those curious about the people who had that experience or