Here are some shots from this year’s DB Festival taken at the club during the weekend.
I’m totally fucking exhausted and slept for almost 12 hours last night — something I almost never do.
The Festival went off without a hitch — well, almost. Our fog machine set off our fire alarm but the DJ at the time — Dixon — managed to incorporate the screaming alarm into his set until we could figure out how to turn the damn thing off.
Then, I almost had to eject Russian DJ Nina Kraviz from the club for the crime of being an insufferable bitch who was abusing my staff and who was so fucking incompetent that she was running with her levels in the red all night — this in spite of the fact that I had my audio consultants on the floor with their laptops tuning the sound system while she performed.
Russians! Can’t live with ‘em, can’t nuke ‘em.
Phil Hartnoll of Orbital about to start his set.
One of my bartenders with his hair on fire.
Phil Hartnoll getting the crowd going. Notice the bare feet.
Selling the booze, sweetie.
A DB Festival Instagram
Your humble blogger with some random dude in the VIP section. Dave, my security chief, is at the left making sure the guy I’m with doesn’t try to pull any nefarious shit.
Dave is VERY protective and won’t allow me to walk to my truck at night without being accompanied by at least two of his people.