ESDHLACODA

Not sure how to briefly describe what I do. There's a lot of coaxing order from the chaos I also conjure. Organizing private campout details with Jasmine Hetfeld. The fun stuff like creating stage art, building the website, and graphic design work for hype. The marathon of hours digging holes with hammers, putting structures together with stubborn humor, and leaning heavily on the shoulders of my build bosses McLean Eames and Eddie Marshall, along with a small but determined band of party professionals. Constantly problem solving issues as equipment and people malfunction while personally pushing over 50 hours working without sleep through the weekend. There's annoying stuff like answering the same questions over and over that are really easy for people to answer themselves by going to the website. But then, there are the pure wide eyed exhilarating peaks when I just stand there grinning like a geek. Hi, my name is Shon. I do stuff. And dance. Let's party.

This isn't some huge festival on the mainland with sponsorship and alcohol sales. CandyLand is a private party a group of friends create together that grew out of our Big Island dance scene. Take care of each other. Don't invite assholes. Don't be an asshole. That's my job. Be respectful to the property. Be respectful to neighbors. And most importantly, get your ticket, because they are halfway gone and you only have a month left....

Esdhlacoda was born in a smokestack on the outskirts of Electric Avenue. As his futuristic visions cracked open for the first time, lasers ripped from his eyes, slicing through the noise pollution to the astonishment of the glowed up spunions gathered in a muddy field of purr and plur. Often called a minor god of inconvenient weather, Esdhlacoda doesn't let his massive ego get in the way of sporting humble ass pants and collecting humble ass pay. What does he do? Nobody really knows. But, decent stuff always happens when he gets involved. Expect Esdhlacoda to light up your lives.