I was once mistaken for John Digweed when on a night out in Space in Miami by a bunch of excitable South Americans and though I’d repeatedly told them I wasn’t eventually the imp of the perverse won through and I tried a different tact by admitting I was. I grabbed a handful of pills from the guy I was with and joined these crazy 20 something Latinos on the dance floor, fed them all pills and partied with them for a while before heading back to my pal and his never ending flow of recreationals.
By the end of the night I’m utterly twisted and looking forward to relaxing at his quiet house and pool but instead end up at my pals friends bar for an after party along with this bunch of crazy Latinos I’ve admitted I’m a superstar DJ. By this point I’m far to twatted to explain why I’d admitted to being John Digweed but still get persuaded to spin some tunes for the 30 or so degenerates present.
Now I could say in all honesty I’ve DJ’d and been part of the EDM scene since the late 80s but the best that could be said about my mixing was At least I’m live and so my performance was a bit of a train wreck.
This was mid 00s and never told this tale before thought its about time I apologised if its caused John any mischief or throughly penetrative inspection at Miami airport.