Jetset Lovelife.

Hello from Berlin. Man, what a weekend.

Got to Berlin on Friday afternoon. I'd been fighting a cold since I left the States so I didn't feel so good when I arrived. Soon as I got to Markthalle (where I'm staying), I saw Tresor boss Dimitri holding court. That's what I love about Berlin, familiar faces right off the bat. I had a coffee with him, then went to bed. Slept until showtime.

Tresor was packed tight and off the hook. Crowd going insane and the finest women in Berlin. There's no place like it in Europe. It's the last week of the club. It closes for good on the 16th. First face I saw in the office was Marco Repetto from Inzec. I usually stay at his villa in Switzerland once a year. Couldn't talk, though, was late for my set downstairs.

Man, they must have gotten new turbo sound for this last run at the club, because everything I played sounded SO GOOD. So bottom-heavy. Even the old Detroit and Chicago stuff I played sounded hot next to the new stuff. I really destroyed that place, man. The kids were going WILD. I dropped "She's Lost Control" by Joy Division and the crowd blew up. Jay Denham was there and chilled with me in the DJ booth. Dr. Motte was there, too. Needless to say, they don't let you play like that in the USA.

I finished up 2.5 hours later and I was drenched. It was like 100 degrees down there. My cold was a little better, I sweated it out. Stayed a little while longer to cool off, did a video interview, then left. Had to get a power nap, then off to the airport the next morning. Next stop: Oviedo, Spain and the club La Real.

Flew all day, changed planes in Madrid, then got to Oviedo around 7 pm. Checked into this posh, hypermodern hotel and proceeded to crash hard. Didn't wake up until 2 am, showtime at 3.

I hadn't been to La Real in three years. Played a decent set, but wasn't same vibe as in Germany. These Spanish kids like it hard all night, no ups and downs. Ben Sims and those British guys have those kids trained, 'cause that's the sound they like, the hard, compressed, tribal tracks. I got there and kept it like that for the rest of the night.

After I played, I hung out for some drinks. Those kids are so nice. I don't know how many pics I took with them. And the girls were hot. Fine girls at a techno club, what a concept. Signed autographs, too. Paco Osuna from Barcelona played after me. He kicked ass. Decks, EFX (Kaoss Pad), and Final Scratch. It was funny, though, he was carrying more shit than I was, plus this huge, old-school metal flight case. I thought the idea of FS was to carry less stuff.

Next day (Sunday), flew all day back to Berlin. Got here about 11 pm last night. Went straight to bed. Nobody knows I'm back. Had breakfast at my favorite spot, Hannibal (I took Giaxia there in 2002, remember, hun?). And here I am at this Internet cafe, talking to you. I leave Wednesday morning and don't want to come back to the States.

Time for another extended stay here in Europe, man. Either here or Paris. Later this year, for sure.

Talk to you when I get back.