Raa! How have you all been? I was good, until SOMEONE knocked me over when we were ice skating yesterday, and caused a large (but very cool) bruise on my chin. Going home looking like you've received a left hook is not the best of ideas with my parents, especially with the size of this lump. Damn you Jonny, you deserve more than a smack in the eye!
And the other day I went to see my friend in a ballet production of Sleeping Beauty in Westcliff, and Sleeping Beauty had just fallen down asleep after pricking her finger, her family and friends gathered round in shocked silence, when a little girl in the row behind shouted out, 'She's dead!' Classic.
But anyhoo, I'm sure there was something pressing that I was going to talk about. Not Wagon Wheels or Nesquik again, but I think it was food related. Or foot related. Hmm.
No, it was dance music. I was going to complain about how dance music just ain't what it used to be. Last night was the disco, and they were playing lots of old stuff, and I mean really old. I'm talking back once again for the renegade master old. And older. Sounds of my childhood! The stuff rocks. I'll be telling everyone that if they're looking for devotion, talk to me, show me show me show me baby. You've got to give it to me give it to me give it to me. Or perhaps not, but I love all that, because it was good and reminds me of tons of cool times.
And then it all went wrong somewhere around '96 I think. Originality went out the window, and all the good DJ's took too many E tablets or something, because it got shit. Now don't write telling me that that's when it got good, because I thoroughly disagree. You are entitled to your opinion, but this is my page so ner. The Hotstepper came and went, we ceased to Jump Around at inappropriate moments (except me and Bill, that is), and loads of good stuff from the days of musical yore was sampled and murdered. I'm talking Loving You for example, which was sped up and mutilated, loads of nice classical tunes were stripped and fudged with, and, possibly worst of all, they found power ballads and... used them. You can take those Broken Wings and shove them up your arse for all I care now! You killed a perfectly tacky song! Unforgivable.
What happened? Did the raves stop? Did ecstacy try floating and the shareholders were too in love with each other to make it work? I don't know. Does an underground 90's dance movement fester in the dark as we speak? Or shall we never again feel the urge to tell the world that we Can't Get No Sleep? In fact, I'm not even sure that that's what that song was called. No! I'm forgetting!
I guess it's one of those tastes and people changing kind of things. I mean, you just don't hear so much Brit-pop indie kind of stuff anymore, but I'm sure it still exists. I get the feeling that I'm one of the only people who actually misses this stuff though... I'm a Dreamer!
