Three Shows, Three Cities, One Debauchery-Filled New Year’s Night. Complex joins DJ Kaskade on his jet-set marathon

Story and Photography by Tracy Anderson San Francisco: Kelly’s Mission Rock
If L.A. was the place to see and be seen, San Francisco was the place to get your grimy, sweaty groove on. Located right on the water, ships passed through the night as 1,500 hipsters and common urbanites were wilin’ out, Bay Area style.

2:30 am: We arrive in San Francisco. Two Cadillac Escalades are waiting to drive us to Kelly’s Mission Rock.


Our ride to Kelly’s Mission Rock.

2:45 am: Mushroom Jazz producer and legendary house DJ Mark Farina finishes his set and hands it off to Kaskade.


Kaskade turning it out, SF style.

3:10 am: I realize that although I’m closer to Silicone Valley there is noticeably less silicone present than in L.A.

3:48 am: A new platoon of go-go dancers takes the floor.


One of them looks like they could kick the crap out of me.

4:00 am: California law prohibits alcohol purchase after 2 am. Our crew is growing increasingly thirsty.

4:02 am: I play hero, sneak under the bar, and steal a bottle of vodka.

4:02 am: I am caught immediately.

4:45 am: Kaskade ends his set and everyone in our crew except for me loads back into the Escalades.

5:00 am: I hear a lot of shouting and think I hear my name. Kaskade’s extremely agitated manager interrupts a photo session I’m having with a very comely go-go dancer and wonders where the f%*k I’ve been.

5:01 am: I pile into the car, and everybody else other than Kaskade’s manager also asks where the f%*k I have been. We rush back to the jet and on to Vegas.


In order to retain my status as impartial journalist I refrain from telling everyone she was worth delaying our flight plan.

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