and so this long continent spanning peregrination comes to a muted denouement after a final train, plane and automobile. the zurich nightclub was booming and boisterous. peppered with the usual bemused miss requesting dry your eyes. some people never got over paul weller extinguishing the jam and a few will say i should be singing let’s push things forward until the big sleep. fuck that. i’d rather try to actually push my thing forward. knowing i won’t revisit past ovations. right now that’s the art of the d.o.t and improvised mp3 mixing for small groups of caners. from cyprus to cannes and the bears of bern. peace- that is the other word for home







