“Meditation is really discovering the love and the bliss that can be inside, and dancing is such a natural expression of that. Just connecting to the pulse, to the music, it allows that energy that’s inside to explode outside.” Shephali Agrawal, a lawyer and a volunteer director at the Art of Living center in New York, gushes on getting freaky in the club and the bursting yoga party scene.
The New York Times has a story about this recent explosion, as it were, of yoga raves. Yes, there are glow sticks. No there are no drugs. Well, not in the physical sense.
Tom Silverman, founder of Tommy Boy Records, speaks from experience:
“They’re acting the same as they would if they’d taken a bunch of pills,” he said of the crowd.
Mr. Silverman saw potential.
“I could see this being 10,000 to 20,000 people in Madison Square Garden,” he said. “There is no alternative like this where you can go and not drink, and still be in bed by midnight.”
The Art of Living Foundation seems to be leading the way in such rocking raveness. Starting with house parties, Rodo Bustos and Nico Pucci of the So What Project!, began hosting raves fives years ago with the idea of offering their new agey hipster pals a party atmosphere free of drugs and alcohol. They’ve since moved onto bigger venues, like nightlcubs in Manhattan and Brooklyn.
They’re not the only ones in on ‘yoga clubbing’ though. Jivamukti hosts live shows by groups like Bhakti Band, Laughing Lotus holds late Friday night classes with live music of a D.J. and GYDO (Get Your Dance On) has been throwing yoga dance parties for a couple of years now (ask Elena Brower and Dana Flynn who often teach the pre-rave yoga section), not to mention Wanderlust Fest’s ever growing hoopy yoga disco scene (though alcohol is certainly available and there’s no explicit policy on drugs, ahem).
You might enjoy such a yoga hoedown if you don’t mind the neon, glitter and a little extra, modern new age touchy feelyness like that you might experience at the Body Actualized Center in Brooklyn.
…it would be hard to capture as much of the spirit of a New Age revival as the Body Actualized Center did at its opening party. The actual yoga portion came late, around 11 p.m., by which time the main room was too crowded for anyone to do more than a very cramped downward dog. The instructor, Amy Jenkins, 24, dressed in flowing white pants and a white tank top, with glitter on her cheeks, instructed the participants, who stood in mountain pose, to run their hands over their bodies.
“We never touch ourselves in public; we never breathe,” she said, wiggling as she moved her hands over her torso. Then she instructed everyone to rise up into tree pose and lift their arms above their heads.
As people raised their arms in the tight space, she told the group, “If you touch someone … touch them again!”
The Yoga Rave: a place where you can totally trip out drug free, get friendly with your fellow man/woman and wake up in your own bed the next morning (if you so choose).
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