Feed Me‘s inclination to oh so elegantly indulge himself in self-destructive behavior has thematically repeated throughout his reign under this charismatic pseudonym. Following the release of his masterful work of art “Calarmari Tuesday” Jon Gooch aka Feed Me now appears to have an overload of free time (and cash money) to do with as he pleases. Starting off with “investing” in a sexy new Audi R8, Twitter Q&A, and trolling beatport top 100 for their wonderfully original releases; Feed Me now confesses to his most wild of DJ Disasters on Clash.
“When I was asked to write this I was apprehensive at the potential for being comprehensively outclassed by hedonistic tales of high flying DJ rockstar behaviour, but upon researching previous contributions to this column which surmounted to ‘I lost my music but then I found it’ and ‘I almost missed a gig but then I didn’t’ I don’t really feel concerned any more.”
“Flux once tried to make a sandwich on my hotel room ceiling by throwing my rider all over it then trying to stick bread to what stayed up. An awful mess.”
“What I assumed to be a CO2 extinguisher was in fact a chemical powder extinguisher which made everyone in the vicinity choke and fall down blind. Datsik vomited. I fell down unable to breathe. Through the impenetrable white fog I heard security screaming to get me, so I barrel rolled off the stage and hid under a generator outside. I saw people coming out coughing. The music stopped for a bit but it was OK in the end. I remember some quite short organiser trying to fight me but then calming down in return for a show as Spor. I paid for the damaged equipment as far as I know.”
For added effect, you’re going to want to check this live video of Feed Me in action with the fire extinguisher at EDC Denver! Datsik does in fact, vomit. Then he proceeds to throw his (empty) beer into the crowd.
“After a spinal tap and some high speed antivirals, antibiotics and pain killers I was able to temporarily check myself out and play my Denver show.”
“Me and Joe Nero found ourselves unable to open someones champagne on the stage but I solved it by smashing the top off the bottle on the edge of a table. It worked but I lacerated my finger quite badly. Then I think Joe threw Jager over some people as the night disintegrated and I was removed.”
While all these hilariously enjoyable stories are fun to look back on and laugh, Jon’s thirst for meta cognition prevails and his introspective analysis leads him to a much greater understanding of himself and what the Feed Me moniker represents as a part of his own personality.
“Being and living Feed Me has been a case of my life accelerating and becoming overstimulating to the point where a lot of these sorts of things have happened to me pretty consistently. I have mixed feelings when it comes to my personal responsibility; events want rockstars but ones that sit quietly backstage and behave even when fed limitless free alcohol. I suppose I’ve learnt my pseudonym really is an extension of my own (self) destructiveness, and I don’t pretend to be perfect or always hugely stable. I can say that I enjoy every minute though and I’m hugely grateful. Onwards down the rabbit hole.”
Read the full story here: DJ Disasters Feed Me