One early sunday morning i stumble dazed and confused out of a night club in london, a man hands me a flyer for a night called chi chime, looks me strait in the eye and tells me 'itle be A good night.' I had no reason to doute him and to be honest its what ild call a 'moment'. so i go to a little record shop in camdon to get 2 tickets, my friend is planning to come to a club for the first time. I spot this old tatty looking peice of paper pinned to a notice board asking for some one to listen to are new tunes, for an opinion with an email address. It was some how special and i knew it, but i lack confidance you see so i just walked on by, I got my tickets and left.

On the the long treck back to my old house ild convinced my self i knew all about that peice of paper who it was from and what it was about, i like to think i use the power of my day dreams to open paths to realitys i want to stand in as i belive we live in the tenth dimention, a place of trew freedom. My thery gos that all black holes leed to what i would call a universal north or the center of the universe, time dos funny things in black holes so all black holes that exist or have existed deliver all matter that exists at the same space and time. its an infinitly long process on the out side but instant on the inside,  there is just one peice of matter to many i like to call it fatty and when that jumps in its just to much and the bundal exsplodes with anger. The procces happens so quickly that its mass is still present when the first new black hole opens starting the hole procces of again, now every time this happens the mass gets shuffeled like a deck of cards and eventualy every atom ends up in every consivable place with every conceivable atom, electron combination which creates every consivable thing that can has and will exist and with certan meditational techniques you can travel these dimentions we blindly travel these dimentions any way so why cant i channel my self a less trodden path. Any way if i replyed to it some people who ild always wanted to be a part of would play for me.

So i got on the phone and got a mate from brixton to go get the email address for me and he very kindly did.  e mailed and got no reply, time passed and we went to this doo we got to the the entrance 'the telagraph' in brixton and it didnt look that inviting, my mate not being used to this sort of thing didnt want to go in. so we decided to go to the fridge which is a club down the road, mike made us get the bus, it wasnt untill i was on it did i realise the chaos that ild just stared, They were going to play and ild just moved the venue i was a little upset that ild ruined the 'good night', yet well chuffed at the same time. The fridge became heaving it was the dromes night off which was my regular hount, what do the drome do on there night off, go clubbing of course. it was a mental night there was one set with as i can recaule at leaste 3 sets of decks being playing by three diffrent people at the same time, thats them i thought and was content that they played.

When i got home i sent myself 2 emails 'one wrote it was all rite'. thought that was a bit cheeky so i sent anoughter that simply read 'modern composers dont do it on paper.'

and if your out there

thanks

This was years ago now and i keep the chichime flyer and unused ticket in a little book of memorrys that ive created and if any body has a box of old photos and bits ild recormend making one, it always makes me smile.