Sunday, May 11, 2008

Madrid Pix...

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Rob Lowe Deserved the Disconnect...

Drunk and elated after a raucous fucking gig at Dink in Madrid. It was an outstanding evening, with all groups and DJs going wholly out-of-body to asphixiate the dumbstruck attendees... Gaybomb's arrival has lifted everyone's spirits; he was dancing so hard during our performance that he twice struck his head on the concrete stage... Great to be back in the 999 BPM groove again... Miracles descended following my first post from the capital; the roadside assistance dude from Touring (a Euro insurance club somewhat similar to AAA in the States) had the Kangoo running again in less than five minutes...

We're back at the hotel after dinner; Milan, this evening unseasonably cold, enjoys a nightlife beyond reproach. The entire city center is crawling with freaks. (I should know, as I've been to 8,798 countries and 60 million Lemon Kittens-themed house parties.) Balazs and I are sharing a room and shattering it with snores; Sickboy, Gaybomb and Dennis stink up another with their fetid kicks and meat farts. Anna Wintour would approve, regardless. We drift off to oblivion as the horseshit TNT remake of "Salem's Lot" skids to its conclusion. At least it was dubbed into the local tongue...

Soon,

TS

Valencia Pix...

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