{"id":1779403,"date":"2026-02-18T20:41:02","date_gmt":"2026-02-18T17:41:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/analyse.optim.biz\/?p=1779403"},"modified":"2026-02-18T20:41:02","modified_gmt":"2026-02-18T17:41:02","slug":"horsegiirl-kicked-off-the-year-of-the-horse-with-a-meditative-rave","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/analyse.optim.biz\/?p=1779403","title":{"rendered":"HorsegiirL Kicked Off The Year Of The Horse With A Meditative Rave"},"content":{"rendered":"
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HorsegiirL Kicked Off The Year Of The Horse With A Meditative Rave<\/h1>\n
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by Jillian Giandurco<\/a><\/address>\n
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How do you celebrate the year of the horse? With HorsegiirL, of course. On Feb. 17, the German producer-equine hybrid hosted a listening party at Othership Williamsburg in honor of Lunar New Year, and NYLON had a front-row seat to the meditative rave.<\/p>\n

By the time I checked in and claimed my cubby, I had about 30 minutes to use the sauna and ice baths before HorsegiirL was scheduled to come galloping in. I started my journey in the sauna (which was set at an oppressive 162 degrees Fahrenheit, FYI), just in time for a guided breathwork meditation. The session began and I legit felt like I was going to die (or at least pass out), but once my parasympathetic nervous system was activated, I genuinely started to enter a flow state. Afterwards, I took that as my cue to try the cold plunge \u2014 emphasis on the word \u201ctry,\u201d as I probably only lasted a total of seven seconds. I ran through the cycle one more time, and made my way to the tea room where HorsegiirL was expected to meet us.<\/p>\n

Upon my arrival, the rounded couches were already packed with buzzing fans (and two monks in earth-like garb trying to meditate). When the artist eventually made her grand entrance, horse mask and all, the room fell silent. \u201cHello, everyone,\u201d she said, her calming voice reverberating through her prosthetic. \u201cHappy year of the horse.\u201d<\/p>\n

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The evening was intended to be a listening party for her unreleased music, but in true HorsegiirL fashion, she kicked things off with a lecture about fungi instead. \u201cFungi are one of the oldest organisms on our planet, and they function as waterways, as underwater rivers, and they provide all the organisms around them with water and minerals,\u201d said HorsegiirL.<\/p>\n

\u201cTheir survival is based on being together. Being one organism. I want us all to be a bit more like fungi tonight,\u201d she said, a statement that earned a few approving \u201chmms\u201d and nods. The meditating monks assumed their positions around the crystal-covered moss patch in the center of the room as HorsegiirL took her seat amongst the crowd, eyes shut, and the first song, a glitchy ode to fungi, washed over us.<\/p>\n

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