When You’re Strange
I got back djing with L’Acqua at Instyle’s The Show for Fashion Week in Moscow. It was a huge production-there were some models, some dancers from the crazy horse in Paris, no sleep and plenty of vodka. What’s not to love about Moscow? ’Till the police shut us down (you seriously do not wanna step to Russia cops), we rocked the disco at the afterparty. To get to the booth, I had to climb over the bar like in “Blood Simple.”
I was talking with Blu Jemz about Russia and we both agreed that it is EPIC. Walking around Red Square or driving by the KGB building, the thought returns: “this is Epic.” Like the statue of Taras the Great Ukranian Lyricist outside of my hotel, everything is monumental and poetic.
Music too: this was playing in the lobby. I can’t wait to go back and hear the dial of my internal radio station (call letters LINC) change from here:
to here:
