Meet: Qaid Jivan, Konductor, Mouth of Murph. Being the hipster brat that he is u can catch him sippin Yirgacheffe, black, prepared as ostentatiously as possible. [Did I use that word right?] His rad move of the moment included stomping a lot, paired with a ground-punch. At his first Shambhala, the first set of the last night, was Five Alarm Funk (an actual funk band with actual instruments - weird). They played an instrumental version of "Final Countdown" with a fatty horn section and the sweatiest drummer he'd ever seen. Confetti blew out of cannons. Lasers shone as the sun began to set. Beautiful people. Chaos. Serotonin & Dopamine everywhere. Highlight of his life.