Any readers remember walking out of Buzz back in the good days, watching the sun rise over the Capitol? Remember that persistent ringing in your ears — the one caused by heavy bass caused by a John Tab set in the small room or Scott Henry’s Bit o’Honey on the deck? It wasn’t very fun, and as we guzzled Gatorade on the way home we prayed the ringing wouldn’t keep us from sleeping. Imagine if all that clubbing — and some of the requisite substance abuse — left you deaf as a doorknob. Such goes the story of Frankie Wilde, legendary DJ who’s days of hard clubbing from England to Ibiza left him stone deaf, his career ruined, his family in shambles. But Frankie dug himself out of the druggy depths of despair and tried to rebuild his life — only to disappear in the process.

Veteran clubgoers: unfamiliar with the story? That’s because its the subject of the mockumentary “It’s All Gone Pete Tong” from director Michael Dowse. The film, winner of Best Feature and Best Actor at the U.S. Comedy Arts Festival, has already received scores of positive reviews. Interested? There’s a sneak preview this evening at the Landmark E Street Theater. Just be sure to RSVP, as seats are limited. And if you can’t make it out at 7:30, there’s a release party tonight at Blue Room. The film opens at select area theaters tomorrow.

Oh, and next time you go to a big warehouse party (if those still exist)? Wear earplugs. Sure, it’s not very rock’n’roll. But it’s better than tinnitus.

Image of famed British DJ Pete Tong, source of the film’s Cockney-fied title.