I am returning, sweaty thirsty elated, from the secret Justice after party, which was literally a hole in the wall on Du Parc. One had to walk down a pitch black alley behind an abandoned building, jump, and climb into a different building (there is no entrance or exit door in the whole place), and pass a dark corridor behind a heavy steel enforced door to get into where the party was. O, I met people.

(Drunken picture here with total strangers suddenly acting chummy with me.)

Montrealers are far more cordial when drunk and high.

Before then, of course, was the Justice midnight show. My God. If you only have to see two shows ever in your life, they are Justice and Final Fantasy. For different reasons. I had high expectations, and the Parisian duo did not disappoint. To begin warmup: Phantom II, the Battlestar Galactica drones of Waters of Nazareth, the body popping D.A.N.C.E., Prince masturbating to Numan DVNO and my most fave, Stress! I have footage, but it does not do 'Justice' at all- here, I might wish I did get that $2500 camera.

(Shit non-$2500 cam picture here.)

I am uploading stuff later, after I get my forty winks. You know, my hair smells like cigarettes and pot (o o o, Xavier smoked whatever it was constantly while DJing but I smelled mj everywhere) and is it even worth mentioning the Do Make Say Think set- probably, just that I walked out after 15 minutes of 11 or so people simply reminding me why I quit junior high band. Then I sprinted to the Justice show, 35 minutes away in the rain, and Jesus Mari Joseph...

At one point Gaspard looked up right at me as I did the cross with my arms, and he hit me back. Needless to say, I feel invincible now. The show,

it is worth every drop of sweat and every ounce of bounce.