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C.O.L.D. History

2007 | 2006 | 2005
2004 | 2003 | 2002

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C.O.L.D. Camp,
City Of Lost Dreams

Cold is where you end up when you decide to stop being real, and start being yourself. Cold is where you end up when you leave the fuzzy comfort of your caring psychoanalytic community and start believing in your own inner freak. The real life road is a serious challenge full of pitfalls and hurt feelings. But along the way, thousands of people actually become themselves instead of pretending to already be there telling other people what they look like while they are 'fucking all the good shit up'.

Fucking up is a necessary and essential part of finding oneself, and COLD embraces this with a near suicidal, wreckless abandon. Come home agent. You have been recalled for DEBRIEF. You can resume being yourself soon.

See you in the COLD.

"C.O.L.D. has been the cause of more Flipside trauma than I can comfortably recall. Oh sure, they lure you in with the booze and "music," but it's just a ruse to break your body and spirit. Though I do recall some pleasantly weird moments singing The Star Spangled Pants with Nobody while picking some broken glass out of my foot, but then it all went blank and I woke up in the creek with a head wound. You are a dangerous mistress, but I love you regardless... in that sort of regretful brain poisoned bleeding way."
-Kevissimo, 2003
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History

We're loosely inspired by Burning Man. We're a regular catastrophe at the Texas regional event outside of Austin, Burning Flipside. We somehow camped on the Esplanade in Black Rock City in 2006.

Each year we try to do something a little different, but we tend toward the themes of political and/or bureaucratic satire. More often than not, idiocy takes over completely and makes us the most surreal manifestation of chaos present at the event.

Other Crap:

When we're not planning to fall apart at Flipside, we indulge in a few other projects:

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