Waouh... Rollercoaster December...

1st of all, The God Laurent Garnier himself came to rock my world at Café Moskow. I remember the sweat, the pheromones in the air, until I collapsed on the dance floor around 6, after a dangerous sexy tango due to alcohol overdose. I was just the shadow of myself, this state of mind pushing you to do things you regret the next day...

Meanwhile, I kept on trying to dig into the sweet studio routine.
I fucked up the whole place and destroyed a few devices out of price. But I didn’t care. The record company will pay!

In my stereo, a lot of Primal Scream, Queens Of The Stone Age, and Sonic Youth the last few weeks. A sound that the friendly bunch of Polish punks cleaning my car window every day around Alexanderplatz seemed to enjoy as much as me. I started to get used to their smile, wishing the traffic lights would turn red so I could give them a nice tip. It was so freezing, nearly -10 C° sometimes.

One day, I had the visit of a tax authority controller. I wasn’t there. He left a strange card asking to call him back as soon as possible... Of course I started to feel guilty about someting I didn’t do, wondering what I could have done wrong. As I don’t speak German, my manager called, and found out the Berlin Finanzamt thought... I was a prostitute ! A fresh French immigrant called Miss Kittin booked by Escorteaze Management, it’s obviously tendencious I agree. Guess what ? I even thought about it several times, especially at the airport, checking in at the business class counter with my mysterious black DJ bags possibly full of sex toys...

On the 24th, I had the best Christmas ever. A very special one, with a very special close friend, cooking cheese fondue at my place, watching Spinal Tap in bed, drinking champagne at the bottle. He said « Punk », I said « Jet-Set Punk ».

Now I am flying to Rio for a tiny tour and holidays, with my 60 protection sunblock, bikinis and flip-flops, wishing you a Cheesy Crispy Crappy New Year !

K.