Damned if it wasn't an hour after listening to "Red hot indians" today really loud for the fist time in a long while and thinking that its peculiar air beating percussive scratching stoccado may have been a premonition for turntablism without the turntables, that an intruder breaks into my house crawling in through the doggey door and dragging the hose in from the outside with the water on scaring the dogs out into the street and turning the house upside down looking for something and leaving only one drawer left undisturbed, the drawer with my skull Zeke lying peacefully in the sweaters. Zeke must have sent the intruder running off scared without the chance to find my violin and bass underneath the bed. So was this an omen for a "Red hot indians" remix by dj cherokee? Is there a dj cherokee or would that be sacrilige?