In the mid-90s I started performing at rave parties, which were well suited to my blend of imagination and technology. I usually performed in chill rooms as an alternative to the main stage djs.

I performed at many underground parties including the Drop Bass Network's Even Furthur events (as reviewed in the New York Times, All-Night Parties and a Nod to the 60's [Rave On!], 5/28/96). I also opened for the Chemical Brothers with the Superstars of Love's All Time High Experience at the American Theater in Saint Louis in 1999.

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You need one main rave image. Then general rave text. Then two sub catagories, Drop Bass Network and Superstars of Love.

drop bass network: one nation underground

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Hardcore and Satanic, the Drop Bass Network was like a Harley with purpose, a gleaming Milwaukee techno machine.

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Drop Bass Network: brain. Creative challenges, Nitrous Oxide Black Widow Spider Food Coupon image, Abrasion Stations of the Lost video.

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all time high experience

In contrast to the Drop Bass Network, like a moon to a sun, the Superstars of Love were so fucked up, but so great. Reprint Superstars of Love text.

Where the satanic Drop Bass Network asked me to give, the Superstars of Love gave to me.

Superstars of Love arrival of me. In 1999 I finally became the person I was supposed to become. All my personal ablities, artwork, performance, business came together...and then was perverted by the Superstars of Love. After all, perversion in itself is an empty motion without something worthy to pervert.

Superstars of Love: body. Best partiers on the planet, diversions of perversions. New Year's Eve, New Millennium party. Picture of stripper pulling my pants down.

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