Dance music all stars walking around the neighborhood. Be on high alert. *druge report sirens*

Almost exactly 10 years ago I drove from Boston to Long Island to see Armand Van Helden play at a rave. He showed up dead drunk and probably tore through a 12 pack of Heineken while just playing one record after another without mixing. I stole a VIP badge to go backstage and I ate nearly all the meat on the deli tray and pocketed some silverware. I think I still have some of the butter knives in a closet somewhere.