Well, irk manned up, stole through an almost deserted Heathrow (pics), braved the ash cloud and made it out of Europe on one of the very first post-ashalypse/volcanogeddoon flights. He’s in New York City as of now, hanging about, causing trouble, editing hard on the Irked Vol 3. But he is also fully Serato-enabled and wouldn’t mind rocking a few crowds if the opportunity arises… so if you know a good gig, drop him a line and he just might be able to make it over to your area code.
