Rows and rows of crooked teeth line up against your back, and not one of them makes you feel. It’s just this generation you’re born into and its lust for that desensitized sound of the future. You can choose to partake: self-glorified extended plays spat over cover charge, and an in-bred press with their mouths wide open to collect — we’re only hoping you put a number to your step. Or you could just keep your mouth shut.
One of these terms that send me into lockjaw, given my position as a journalist and centered in this room, is their aversion to the press. It’s as if I missed a warning nailed to their front door.
“The first time the press came to our office to take an interview they wrote that we’re a bunch of kids with swanky cars, putting on our fanciest boots and lugging around big speakers to play music,” Tejas grumbles. “The press will always say what they want to say.”
“We had college kids standing near Leopold Café or Just Around the Corner handing out these flyers along with cassettes containing our mixtapes,” Tejas continues. “People would listen to it in their car, look at these flyers they could oddly relate, and be more inclined to see what the parties were all about.”
Together, both entertainers and audience would be the victors for the night, and share the spoils. I mean, I’ve heard your social media and I’m here to preach the power of old-fashioned word of mouth! These uptown raiders, these street rats, these ‘kids with fancy cars, and fancy boots,’ they did it all on their own. They landed gigs in venues your adolescent curfews weren’t ready to deal with yet— RGs, 1900s, Razzberry Rhinoceros, true nineties solitaires— but those weren’t even the tip of the rhinestone.
But there was more to it: the collective, all the members, they were becoming pioneers in their own fields. Independent filmmakers, musicians and designers; now the best damn pixel pushers in the business. Sure, they could still come down and DJ at the Bhavishyavani parties, but they were committed to the “big picture” contracts. It was a crucial point: this proprietary company of 'just friends’ needed to find out who was in it for the long haul, and restructure.
From where we stand, Bhavishyavani is an agency 15 years in the making. The tops of their 'fancy boots' are polished black but the soles are still caked with the mud from a duplicitous life. The wide smirks, a thriving influence on present day club culture -- the signs are all there, as long as you're looking.
No one bites the bait. "Magnetic Fields was a travel festival - you go to a beautiful location and experience some great music. Eden is all about home turf. Our city and the way it mirrors Bhavishyavani's rise beyond the underground, the grand unveiling of the underground," they insist.
Words: The Comma Fear Image Credit: Bhavishyavani Future Soundz
[In case you missed it, Homegrown also chronicled the evolution of Bhavishyavani's incredible artwork over the years and even got them to curate a playlist for us. Let the collective content whet your appetite for Eden Festival, which kicks off tomorrow. You can buy your tickets here. ]