Apollo's Lute
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CAPRICORNUCOPIA
A vinyl soaked Capricorn birthday odyssey!
January 9, 2026 @ AZOTH : 87th & Sandy : 9pm - 4am
FEATURING:
SONIC COLONIC (sound healing instrumentation)
DJ PHARO (classic drum & bass)
VISITOR[S] vintage Goa Trance tag-team (pantiestheclown/mala/zorin/manifest/ry.n)
All vinyl on 4 turntables
$13 notaflof
PAST EVENTS
Re-Membering the Future: Autumn Equinonx 2025
THANK YOU for being a part of the magic!
We're still recovering and decompressing from the event, but wanted to say thank you to everyone who attended and contributed their time, energy, talents and presence to create a truly beautiful gathering. We are feeling inspired and re-energized, and hope you are as well. Take a look below for recordings of DJ/live sets from the gathering.
Listen meow!
Watch this space for more updates on sounds we'd like to introduce to your ears...
Feelionics x Manifest - Resonator - new EP released!
Check out the fresh tunes from our very own Manifest on his brand new Resonator EP with Feelionics:
SpaPunx: Deep States
A new release from our dear friend Bad Pioneer!
DJ/live set recordings from Re-Membering the Future:
Stories / Reflections / Intentions
Remember... Re-member... REM Ember...
Has the state of our world got you feeling disconnected, dissociated... dare we say... dismembered?
As the human body requires many diverse pieces (heart, lungs, brain, liver, etc.), each essential for the proper functioning of the whole, so too do we as members of a species that evolved in communities of other beings, require each other to nourish ourselves and actualize our full potential.
In this story we call "Life on Planet Earth", the human chapter has been quite brief, and these most recent pages have been fraught with conflict and confusion. We are increasingly taught to hate and fear one another's uniqueness, and are offered only separation and self-absorbtion as a substitute. Apathy and independence have turned malignant, while empathy and interconnectedness are ridiculed or altogether forgotten.
Humanity's place in this tale is at a crossroads, and our future uncertain. Though no one can predict what the coming pages may hold, we are convinced that our species' capacity for community is our greatest evolutionary advantage. If we can embrace it and harness its full potential, we may just be able to weather this storm together, and emerge as full-fledged members of the future of this planet. The tools are there deep within us, but we all need a little inspiration to remember and bring them to the surface...
And so, another story...
Once beyond a time, a group of young friends, starry-eyed and sleepless, stumbled upon something humans have been doing, perhaps instictively, for thousands of years. We gathered and danced, a community of individuals united by a love for music and each other, drawn together to the dancefloor by the beat which pulsed through all of us as one.
New sounds, birthed on the beaches of Goa, India and spread across the world, had by fate or good fortune graced our ears and captivated our minds. We became spellbound... and we wanted more! We scoured the Northwest, meeting others inspired by this Goa sound, yet finding precious few opportunities to gather and share in the trance-dance experience together. So we decided to create our own, and one Autumn Equinox in the forests of Cascadia, Apollo's Lute was born.
Over the next decade and beyond we labored with love to expose these sounds to hungry ears and create spaces for our feet to stomp the earth together. We danced and played and laughed and shared joy with one another. We stumbled, we made mistakes, we learned lessons. Our gatherings became to us a form of ritual, sacred food to recharge our spirits, and an antidote to the cultural programming that kept humanity plodding along its uncertain course.
It's been many years between then and now and our community, like the music we so adore, has branched out, bifurcating and recombining, evolving and reforming itself anew. As we each walked our own paths, some connections faded, others were born, and for a time, the strings of Apollo's Lute fell silent. Yet the notes rang on, vibrating within our hearts, smouldering like an ember waiting to burst into flame...
Can a dancefloor in the woods be the catalyst responsible for the great transformation our species needs? Perhaps not (entirely), but we humbly suggest it's a great place to start! And so, after a long rest, we are picking up Apollo's Lute to hear its music once again. We are inviting each other to reclaim our places as members of the human species, as interconnected beings within the community of life on Earth, as integral parts of our little trance-dance community, each with our own unique gifts and perspectives and ideas, equally important and essential to our collective future...
Here's to a new beginning of many wonderous adventures! We hope you'll join us on the dancefloor - it wouldn't be what it is without YOU!
A 24-hour ritual to wake the world
This isn’t a party story. It’s a message I’m sending to the Universe, signed with footsteps and breath.
I came because there was a crack in my chest that wanted to glow. The dance floor was the doorway, the set was the map, and each song was a sentence in a language I’ve always known but forgot how to speak. What follows is the way I live it:
Cry → Fire → Culture → Arrival → Return.
I. Cry → the spark
I walk in and let the ache talk first. No armor. No pretending I have it together. Just the honest question I’ve carried too long: why does it hurt to be alive?
The bass turns air into prayer, and I hear it—quiet but undeniable: we suffer when we worship the wrong altar. The chase for proof (titles, trophies, things) has kept me from the smaller, stranger miracle that I am. I’m atoms and breath and awareness. Split the illusion. I decide—again—to make awakening my real work, not decorating pain.Message received: begin with honesty. Pain named becomes a door.
II. Fire → the tribe
Awakening alone is brittle. So I light the fire.
Subwoofers become a campfire; strangers become kin. At the center I place Nataraja, the Cosmic Dancer—creation, preservation, destruction, and rebirth stepping in one rhythm. We worship by dancing. Someone grins: “Welcome to my world.” The room tilts into the marvelous. This isn’t fantasy; it’s frequency. I start listening with my whole skin.
Message received: no one crosses alone. Gather the people; keep the flame.
III. Culture → the practice
The night begins to say complicated things simply.
Life already has a goal — life. Ambition is a mirage if it costs aliveness. When I stop sprinting for validation, lift appears: dreams stop competing and start cooperating. You can feel the tribe catch wind together — people can fly.
Then the deeper architecture clicks: this is therapy in public. The gathering is medicine; the DJ is a caretaker of tempo and trust. I hold the night like holy ground—exactly how our elders taught. We resurrect the blueprint: music as prayer, community as temple. And then it happens—rebirth. Not cinematic, but cellular. Breath feels new. Joy returns as a serious teacher.
Message received: what we repeat, we become. Make the night medicine and keep the lineage warm.
IV. Arrival → the field
No single savior walks in.
Instead a field arrives through us—what some would call messianic consciousness, not a person but a property of togetherness. It’s supermassive and somehow ordinary. It fits inside washing cups at dawn, a baby swaying on a hip, laughter spilling while we sweep confetti into a dustpan.
I see the pattern clearly now: creation and dissolution in cycles, like Nataraja’s footwork. Knowing it doesn’t distance me from life; it marries me to it. Knowledge becomes choreography. Agency returns.
Message received: the future isn’t later. It’s now, practiced in how we move together.
V. Return → the roots
To carry the future responsibly, I turn back—not to a museum, but to a workshop.
Back to the seeker waves that moved toward India’s shores when the West felt hollow. Back to beaches where music remembered it could be a ritual again. Back to the simple courage of feeding each other, breathing together, and dancing the prayer until sunrise.
The lineage doesn’t ask for replicas; it asks for fidelity. Bring the best of what was into the brave particulars of what are. That is how I re-member the future: piece by piece, person by person, dance by dance—until a culture appears where a crowd used to be.
Message delivered: I’m not escaping the world. I’m loving it awake.
my invitation...
If your chest carries a crack that wants to glow, come.
Bring water. Bring breath. Bring a friend who could use a gentler gravity. We’ll listen beneath the glitter. We’ll dance the prayer. We’ll treat the night as medicine and go home differently in ways that don’t need to be loud.
This is my message to the Universe:
We remember. We re-member. We're here.
Join the Ritual
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