We are so out of here. We've roamed the wasteland for years, gathering up freaks of all flags, celebrating and memorializing, creating and destroying. Now it's time for A Cavallo – the Carousel – to return to the desert, and await the vessel that will take us on our final journey. You won't believe the sweet ride we've got coming to pick us up. And we mean UP. So if you want to go UP, you're gonna have to get DOWN. For we have summoned the MOTHERSHIP. If you want on, you gotta speak the language. That language is FUNK. And you speak it with your ASS. It's how those on the Mothership communicate – with rhythmic movements of their highly developed space asses, just like bees. But our asses don't sting – our asses are for pleasure.

Our first party back and we threw down as hard as ever! Equip with a huge stage, two bars, two horses, shoot the rat, a trash slide, a hamster pit, a trash lounge, a shit load of space and shit load of booze, we all raged until the police crashed the party. This short montage sums up the night and marks the start of more to come.. acavallo.org Big thanks to all who where there ((except the nypd))

Back in 2012, we rocked the Halloween parade, and here's proof

Good times, good times all weekend, thank you San Diego!