WELCOME TO THE COOLEST MOTHER FUCKING PLACE ON THE PLANET!
Legally I had to put this sign up to inform people that they were about to be rocked beyond reason. No, I didn't have any tape. Yes that is gum. Yes I did chew it for a while afterwards.
Here's me getting my rave on. Note the high tech apple iTunes visualizer in the background.
When I was about 9, my dad and I bought a busted disco light machine thing for like, 5 bucks. We repaired it, and I've never had a use for it until now. But as you can see, it really makes the club rule.
Just a shot of the technology involved in Club James.
So there you have it. You all are coming over next weekend to rave. Bring glow sticks and techno.