Preaching to the choir at Sunday School for Degenerates ...

Can you make it until the bitter end? That’s the question that the Sunday School for Degenerates party has been asking Miami for the last four years. After the week, after Ultra, after Conference, at the end of the weekend, do you have the strength for one last show? For the last two years, a few friends and I have answered that call.

Whichever of us were still standing dragged ourselves for the final shout for mayhem and chaos, first to the Pawn Shop in 2008, and then to the Ice Palace in 2009. We were wrecked, exhausted, sunburned, cranky, hungry and broke. Our clothes were dirty, our shoes had holes in them, and our heads had been stuffed with so much music that there was absolutely no room for any more. At all. Period.

And yet SSFD, for the past two years, has been the best party, the best music, the best experience at WMC for those of us who made it. 24 hours from start to finish, each party would stand on its own as event that you would spend a month preparing for and a month recovering from.  And yet here it is, at the tail end of the madness. When you have nothing else to give, it whispers in your ear, demanding that you sacrifice your very soul to Techno.

Ha. I’m just kidding. It’s only music.

Right?

A few hundred zombies inside. A few hundred of the walking dead outside. A few thousand monsters and vampires in each direction. It’s too hard to count the numbers. There’s a canopy and some burning sunshine. Walls of speakers against a fence. A school bus. An ice cream truck. A thunderstorm and wet grass. There’s Sebo K. The best set of WMC 2008. There’s Ida Engberg. She’s playing peak hour techno at noon, 14 hours after we straggled in. It was the best set of WMC 2009, hands down.

But don’t worry. You don’t have to believe me. Like with any show, everyone has their own personal experience with their own musical tastes and their own set of friends. It’s literally impossible to describe a day-long party, especially with the performers that Made Events brings to their Sunday School. There are no words to convey what it means to be able to take a nap on a couch and feel safe, knowing that a few hours later Seth Troxler will be waking you up.

Bring it.