We plundered through the fuzzy memories of last year’s secret basement parties to compile this session. As in “that song that played while we did shots with Jeremy and Chloe Sevigny,” and “that Halloween party where Lindsay told you to put on that wig and be Steve from Hot Hot Heat?” That sort of thing.
Then we mixed it all live (badly) while David Bowie and Peter Murphy had a knife fight over the last sip of Pernod at a dance party on the roof of a brothel in the worst slum in Oslo in 1991.
Rememeber that great show The National played at Richard’s on Richards back in October? Ion just published one of the shots I took that night for their feature on The Year in Live Music.
Sometimes (rarely), shit like this happens to me. It’s really flattering, but gives me an uneasy feeling. Still, it’s pretty awesome. Oh, just go start a fanclub already.
