For anyone interested in a good laugh, check out the newest Phoenix New Times. They did an interview with me and a few friends that participated in an online challenge to make an album in a month and this guy made me out to seem like a fucking drugged out peyote farmer or something. Baffling as I've never done peyote and never said the word "peyote" once the entire time I was on the phone with him. I tried to get him to write about GABBER and ROTTERDAM by excessively spouting nonsense about the two for 10 minutes or so but it failed. Apparently I will always be haunted by the ghost of Carlos Castaneda. For some reason every Austrian I talk to that finds out my last name asks me if I'm related to him. If he ever sold mexican imports or guatemalan jackets, I'm fucking sure we're related.
So we missed the explosions huh? That sucks!