Dirtybird Campout proves the label has more fun than anyone else in dance music

Last weekend in Silverado, California, Claude VonStroke's Dirtybird put on an immersive performance for four thousand 'campers'.

Dirtybird Campout was set up like American youth summer camps portrayed in teen movies. The whole weekend was a flurry of ADHD-driven twenty-somethings who reached over-stimulation in a wide variety of ways, be it a healthy tug-o-war match of physical strength, a full day of shooting archery or a game named ketamine bingo. Camp is what you make it, after all.

It's difficult to say what scenarios excited the young Dirtybird fans the most. Was it Claude on the megaphone announcing ultimate frisbee? Justin Jay prancing around in lederhosen? J.Phlip's badass DJ set on Sunday night? Christian Martin dominating the Saturday sunrise? Most likely it was a combo of everything.

Together, Claude VonStroke, J.Phlip, Justin Martin, Justin Jay, Christian Martin, Kill Frenzy and friends more than pulled it off. Here's how.

Sure, it's universal knowledge at this point that Dirtybird parties always get the job done. But three days of their house and techno has the potential for overkill.

The Players came prepared and ready to entertain with their insane involvement in all of the activities. If only camp councillors had been this amusing, kids might have happily made those lanyards.

Of course, because this was a music festival, there were many people strictly interested in the rave game. This meant that some had less involvement in the daily activities and a little more time for six-hour naps.

Even if the primary reason the 4000 people were there was because they're booty-house obsessed, the Players understood the importance of a little change up here and there.

Funnily enough, it was an outsider who shook things up on Saturday with some techno treats. Danny Daze landed as replacement for Route 94 and fit so perfectly on the bill, he should have been booked in the first place. Tech-yes.

Extended family members Doorly and Jesse Rose went back-to-back providing the crowd with a proper lesson in house music, and then the lesser-known artist Laura Jones was given a massive slot on the schedule, as the opener for CVS.

Time to recognize that this is the model to duplicate. No conflicting set times, no running around from stage to stage and it really was easy to find friends if they all got split up. The only migration for the music was from the main Birdhouse at 2am to the late night/early morning stage.

It's unreal how much longer people can last with less running around. Lounging on the dance floor became a thing, because why not? There's nothing wrong with a little chair-raving if it keeps the crowd on-point for another ten hours. Remember kids, a camping festival is a marathon not a sprint.

Let's not forget, the people having the most fun at the festival were the Dirtybird Players themselves. The bossman Claude VonStroke handpicked a squad to put all others to shame and his emotions surfaced during sunrise on Saturday morning with a sincere little cry surrounded by his loyal fans and family. He'd finally done it.

At the end of the three-days, all the camper-weirdos came out in full form to get low to the closing back-to-back set from the Players and friends. It ended in a 'pick up your trash' PSA from Claude, and just like that camp Dirtybird 2015 was over.

Side note: Mixmag is still unsure whether or not Claude ever changed his camp outfit over the course of the weekend.

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