In order to sting Satan, one might first find an alluring locale, in this case prized and unique land, raw nature and its elements. Next, dress the part with attendees and performers disguised as devils and temptresses to make the Devil feel welcome. A bit of weather to endure tops it off, with what was somehow rightly described as “ball biting” cold. The seductively festooned, championed by Jessika Von Rabbit’s sizzling red body-con, proved worthy accoutrement to a rugged and special place, a modern day Stonehenge, exalting alternating universes of incendiary musical performances and a hungry, caged, fire pit threatening to both devour and erupt.
Finally, someone must go mano a mano with Mephisto and deliver Deuce back to his flaming dwelling. Circling, stalking the flaming pit was the purificator, part ring master, part high priest, but all artist, Rolo Castillo prowled the cage, dancing with the devil, getting just close enough to cast Old Nick and his foul works back into the inferno. Castillo began with small symbols of life’s vexes casually discarded into the flames to the crowd’s roaring approval. Eventually the ceremonial discarding of symbolic ailments gradually increases to larger than man sized manifestations, which must be wrestled into submission, or broken into pieces, until they succumb and are overcome by ravenous flame. More than once, Castillo wrestled with a flaming giant to keep it from escaping into the crowd, until it finally resigned, exhausted by the struggle, into the pit.