In my efforts to obliterate 2009 and ritualise its transformation into 2010, I organised a secret NYE warehouse party in Amsterdam, in collaboration with Koen Nutters and Kati Kärki.
Elk stew and blood pudding was served beforehand in a dinner party orgy of awesome organised by Kati and the residents. At midnight the rooftop and street outside became a fortress as folks contributed to the city's combustive skyline with explosives, the new decade descending from a hypnotic full moon to engulf us. The next eight hours were a blur of individual and collective transitory states set to a whole shitload of bass.
Salutations to all who attended and transformed with us, and an extra special thanks to the residents of the warehouse for letting this all go ahead, Koen, Kati, and everyone else involved.
