Katie Kate was flown to Rome last week to play a private event. A hailstorm of drugs was consumed. Not by us, but by the event goers. Many, many substances. In the end, it became a battle between Italians doing speed, and Italians doing MDMA. The “speeds” wanted techno; the “MDMAs” wanted punk and Siouxsie and the Banshees. The club was called Circolo Degli Illuminati and the soundman’s name was Guido. A stern man with Hulk arms. No one was allowed to touch Guido’s gear but Guido. Kate’s set went off to much dancing, and staring, then Radjaw and I DJ’d. The first hour of DJing was fine—I drummed to tracks from M|O|O|N , Pink Skull, Comtron, Sex Worker, T. Raumschmiere, Lusine, and Vox Mod, while Radjaw scratched percussive vinyl and caught delays for interludes. (Thank you, Frankie Crescioni for help finding tracks.) Then things intensified and devolved.
Pierluigi (in the hat), during the three minutes he was not in the bathroom. He has a PhD in Ancient Arcadian, and is without a doubt one of the most amazing people I've ever met in my life.