It´s friday.
Pete is in London, Oli would have landed in Sydney within the last 12 hours.
sun is shing outside. I am in a beautiful Freidrichschien apartment. it3 pm.

lets jump back a week.
friday- i come down with some horrid flu thing. get Narnia on dvd, watch it. sleep.

saturday- It´s Love Parade. Our friend Yasmine has  float this year. we can´t miss it.  wake up feelin sick but better-ish. meet up with pete and oli put on our laniards that say Float 32. buy some disposable cameras.

when we ring Emma who was to meet us at the float and tell her we´re lost she says "follow the ravers". we spot some people in fluro plastic flares and no shirts. they werent high, they were just very ready. the girls they were pooping out of black latex bodices and stretchy skirts. these were obviously the people she was talkign about. kaboom we find ourselves near Sigusoile, the iconic Berlin crossroads built by that little guy with the mo, where a huge  Golden lady stands high above the massive intersection atop a sturdy stone pillar. you can almost see up her skirt. it´s unclear whether she is wearing undies. no one could confirm whether they were invented back the ancient era she belongs to. She is setting some sort of standard for the random folk that will boogy and shine beneath her in the coming hours.

we found our float. very sexy folk already adorning number 32. The dress code was black and white/20´s. A fine selection of sophisticated beauties ensured our float was to be a good´n no doubt. we jumped aboard and mingled with our crew . fridge, raised dancelfoor, and dj booth up a ladder made a cosy little party truck. in front and behiond us was pure speakers. down on the ground the people were gathering. teh plastic flares had multiplied and the bare flesh was appearing like new fruit in spring. we sat above it all feeling quite special and of course priveleged to be witnessing the thousands of passers by who had come to see, be seen and dance like maniacs. above it all,  a group of dignitaries on parade with the less fortunate below. when the music finally squeeyed out of our sound system the street below was craking with fashion misfits, twisted sex offenders, young boys dancing their heads off, chubby mid thiry couples dressed to kill, and literally thousands of groups of friends who had come from far away to have a special day, bleached their hair the same colour blue or green or pink or whtever, donned their craziest raver wear, filled the esky, sorted the drugs, invested in a whistle and laned themselves in heaven. they were everywhere. as far as the eye could see, people going off from midday. and it was hot.
luckily the clouds passed over the sun and kept it all pretty perfect weather wise. the drinks in the fridge lasted the day. i did run down off teh float to grav some more water at one point and braved it amongst the throngs. mental as anything! i was looking forward to spotting all the public sex i had heard so much about but didt see any. pete did manage to get a girl with the most incredible breaste we have ever seen to get up on the float with us but yasmine kicked her off pretty quick. we got photos of weirdos, beauties, fruitloops, old men dancing, desperate people who wanted to get up on our float, the big securtiy gaurds who would not let them and all the glorious debauchery taht was going down on our float.

our float had exclusivley girl dj´s playing. Heidi, Vera and Kate Wax. more dirty and chilll than the rest of the music i heard on other passing floats. boomcha boomcha.!

at about 6pm we had to leave for a sound check. bummer all the floats were about to converge on the square for the big showdown but we had to leave. good we did reall, we soudn checked for four hours. a few missing bits and no sound tech to sort it meant we had to do it all.
when we were almost finished the other crew who were playing come to chek out the venue and do some sort of sound chek themselves...not sure what they had to chek as they were djing but we stepped aside and let em do their thing. the organiser from Nike wasnt sure about us and said if we werent rocking the house when we played then they would stop us after 30minutes. i said that was not appropriate and we agreed we woudl play at 1:30.
we went got something to eat, cam back to the club and went upstairs to bakstage for a drink and chill.
at 1:20 i came downstairs and Nike girl told me we had to wait because DJ guys were just getting started. I wasnt happy about it but said ok. went back upstairs into backstage and chilled again with owner of club and oli and pete and nine.

we were locked in. no key, no way out. finally when we got out it was after 3, most people had gone and the music was really shit. I was a bit pissed by now. the Nike girl was acting as if she might not let us play at all, when i expained everything to the DJ guy he huffed and puffed and shrugged his shoulders. These dudes were in their own little world of coolness and we sure werent invited. I sort of get that they thought it was their party to rock and didnt want a band coming on and messing with that. Unfortunately they werent rocking the party, in fact I´m not sure if theyx had actually DJd much before this night. Everyone deserves to have a go but eh. One of the guys was sort of nice. not sure his name. lets just call him Bellamy for now. So eventually they conceded and us three boys got on stage and started our thing. There were all sorts of dudes connected to the DJ guys on the stage. I asked them to leave- they told me to fuck off. I let them stay. I guess they had nice seats and didnt want to lose them Cant blame them really.

We started and things got lively. People gathered and started dancing. Hopping and wooping and silly buggers getting it on. It is a great club with a thick sound system . It was bouncing. Dudes behind us unfortaunately werent in this vibe.Some of them must have had hard days, maybe fights with their girlfirends or boyfriedns or whatever. Releationships can be so hard sometimes. I wasnt watching but i cuaght a glimpse now and then and saw that they were taking the piss, they didnt like us. maybe they thought we were gay, maybe our lyrics opened up some old wounds. That the power of music though, so unpredictable and volatile. They looked like pretty tough guys ooga boog-ing in the background. Ooga Booga! We got on with it and did our stupid thing for all we were worth. you got to in these situations right? don´t let the turkeys get you down...once said a wise man. That´s not fair, they arent really turkeys, they are probably really nice guys.

after the third song one of  the guys  behind us started shouting nasty stuff at us so i invited him up to say it into the mic. i guess i wanted to hug him really, that would have been ideal. he said...that we were fake musicians, asshole mother fuckers, dickhead poofters. A hug right there would have settled it all so nicley. My mistke really. But a games a game and I had to respond, he would have been upset otherwise and i didnt want that. So now it was my turn...i suggested to him we do it proper...have a battle and let things get fun. He wasnt really into it and then something happened to the sound. i later found out it was one of his friends had turned the bass down on our mixer. Then the whole sound system squeeled- another dude Mr DJ, had turned the DJ monitor up so it fed back. Not sure what happened but I saw someone go for Oli so I jumped on him. Before you could say fight it was stacks on. fists and loud mouths and "hold me back" acting and thirteen or so dudes against us. Lots of cooling down happening before anyone could really have a go. tare it up, you know.

Fighting has been around since the olden days. Cave men used to fight to work out how would get the last piece of buffalo. We shouldnt really judge it because its just so earthy. Essentially we all touched eacother. some more strongly than others but we all managed to get to feel the touch of another man and that´s whats important. Tha´s what matters.

DJ Erk put a record on and oli and i hit the levels and turned em down. We wanted him to know that we cared about his anger and we felt anger too. We were reaching out to him. Hug time everybody. instead one of them poured a drink in olis computer. boom! later we realised we lost everything. it wouldnt turn on! someone managed to put a record on and i skipped the scene.

as soon as we coudl we got th hell out of there. we were hurting bad. Peter broke down in tears outside. and we held him. we just stood there feeling the power of brotherhood surging through us. We all had our moments of pain, regret and so on later that night.  We were all too effected by the conflict that we went out and found someone who loaded us full of red bull and cheetos. Thats what we do sometime when we´re hurting so bad. Usually we woudlnt do that but sometime you gotta let yourself go.

Let yourself go...hmmm. I guess we all learnt that everyones capable of this. In different ways we all let ourselves go soemtimes. Thats just what its like to be a an animal man. half wild, hald tamed beast, sometimes we need to run free, break free from the shackles that bind us. the walls that surround our supple sensitive little bodies, full of stinky desire and yearning. Its that feeling deep inside us, that animal feeling that keep us crying out for help, reaching out for the touch of another man. another animal...man. mmm.

we gto really wild that morning. it was sunday and we ended up at a vice party. people with cameras trying to look for those special "dont" moments.we danced around like mental patients. as much red bull as we could handle had made us crazy. and we liked it. i lfted up some girls dress and saw that she was totall naked underneath. i ravaged ger breasts and milk sprayed forth on my face. i felt so alive. i ran outside and found peter in fetal position on a bbenbag jabbering, jibbering. deep time for peter.

oli was not far i coudl smell him. vip room! i rushed inside to find him vomiting violently surrounded by a crowd of cool looking girls and guys taking photos. i grabbed him and ran him into the bathroom. it´s just not right to have your primal moments captured like that. i ran back into the vip, reaching and grabbing for every camera i coudl see, ripping and deleting like jesus in the temple. boom! i was out on the street now. alone with myself.

a tiny german boy came up to me. he had not been let in and had been waiting all night to see if the bouncers would change their minds. his little beedy eyes were beautiful hazel green. he told me not to worry, there was a kebab shop only a hundred meteres down the road where pizza mit salat only cost 1.50

we walked off holding hands, we didnt say much, we didnt have to. he occasionally looked up to me but i was too weery to meet his lovely gentle gaze, too empty. We didnt stop at the kebab shop, we just kept on walking until......Club Devisionaire....(see Sundays blog, where Richie Hawtin dry humps his friend in front of everyone and Aussie DJs go hunting)

you can see us and our new friends Rub n Tug crew at the website below. lovely guys managed to get some real nice photos of us too. thanks guys...xx

http://www.flickr.com/photos/splay/sets/72157594200730101/