RUMPUS!RUMPUS!01Chapter 1 · by Kiara
A little magic. A beautiful commotion. One night of house music and art, for the people it was made for.
You came through the door, so the door was meant for you. Everything else is in the chapters around the star.
This did not go out to everyone. It came to you.
RUMPUS! is one night of house music and art, built by Kiara for the people who were there along the way. There is no poster and nothing on sale. Your name is on the list because somebody remembered you.
Come exactly as you are when nobody is watching, and leave your rules at the door.
Your place is held. The venue comes to you on 22 December, and the big star has lit up for you.
You may bring one person. Choose the one who will make the night better.
One star, one person. It travels with your invitation and cannot be passed again.
The room is somewhere in Surat. That is all anyone gets for now.
Revealed 22 December to those who said yes
Four spaces. You will not see them in order, and you are not supposed to.
A corridor that looks back. Glitter, mirror and painted irises, and every one of them follows you in.
Sit down, turn a card, hear something true. The reading you take here is waiting at her table.
The reason for all of it. Afro house, baile funk, disco funk and groovy house, with Kiara in the booth.
The morning after. The photographs and the recording of the set, sent only to the people who were in the room.
Kiara played her first show in Surat in October 2017.
Since then it has been years of clubs and festivals, in rooms of every size. RUMPUS! is her bringing all of it home, to the city and the people who were there at the start.
Ten cities follow. Surat goes first.
Her full set, on YouTubeLive at The Grid, Kolkata · Afro, baile, funk, houseTell the star what moves you. It will tell you who you are after midnight.
Pick three sounds0 of 3
Pick a material
Four stations for the hours before. Pick where you are, and four stones on the water around the star keep time with you.
The few things we ask.
Sequins, chrome, velvet, the thing you never get to wear. Nobody has ever been overdressed for this.
The time is on your invitation. It is the right time to arrive.
We photograph the night so you can be in it. The pictures find you in the Afterglow.
Your invitation is yours. Your star is for one person. Nobody talks their way in.
This is the first of ten nights in ten cities. Surat goes first because Surat was first.
A little magic. A beautiful commotion.
If it finds you, you'll know.