Damn people, now that was a party. Nuff respeck to all the organizers of the LA Decom. Having just come from SF Decom I can say with some degree of certitude we're giving the San Franciscans a run for their money. And while I was a little challenged by the 'special medicine' I'd had earlier, the DMT show was off the hook as well they tell me.

Let's see what can I remember amid the blur.... Well I remember biting some woman's buttocks, I think she was confessing her sins to the good Reverend doctor at the time. I'm not sure if that was relevant to proceedings but it felt strangely appropriate for some reason. Kid was obviously hyped, despite Burn Free's sloooooow tempo, the crowd was rocking that shiatzu for shizzle. The fabulous DMT girls of course, kicking ass and taking names, (and pulses) and holding down the T&A department like pros. I just can't tell you the amount of times people after the show have recounted with a slightly unhinged glint in their eyes how much they loved the sexual orientation experiment. Proof that grope therapy is exactly what this country needs goddammit! I think we established yet another crucial scientific insight - that there's not many problems that can't be solved with oral sex.

Damn, apart from tripping over the angels with the mic cord, I think we even got the dance routines right! Fantastic to have Nurse Ramie back on the lab floor and a big shout out to the new girls, Brooklyn gracing your cultured asses with some ballet dancing, while Sheri did the eastern equivalent - belly dancing. The DMT raggamuffin Kream 1, back in the mix, albeit lost in the crowd for Happy Happy. Poor old Kream, I gather he left the party in a daze muttering something about crazy white people - certainly not the average Hip-Hop gig.

Stay tuned for DMT taking it down to the Venice Carnivale afterparty Oct 28 and the Lou fundraiser Nov 4th. In the meantime please write in with any personal anecdotes of how grope therapy helped you cure sanity.