Posts Tagged ‘disco’

I discovered Spotify last week. I was a bit suspicious of it when I first heard about it, in my old age I’ve gained the ‘orrible tendency to psshaw new technology through snarly automatic off handedness, but it’s a fantastic bit of kit. It’s the program I’ve been waiting for since I first got into mp3s all those years ago (Could it possibly be ten years now? Crikey).

For those not in the know, though I’m sure I’m the last to hear about it, it’s basically like those mp3 jukeboxes, but with infinite credits. From what I sludgily understand it works on a streaming peer-to-peer system, a bit like bittorrent. The only concession to be made is the obligatory ad spot that gets chucked in every couple of songs on the free membership, but that’s a trifling hardship for what you’re actually getting. You can also get yourself a paid membership which eliminates the ads altogether, but I’m far too cheap to recommend you do that.

It also allows you to share playlists you’ve made with other users and even create communal playlists that others can add to. Being the ever vigilant procrastinator, I’ve knocked one out (A playlist, obviously.) to get me in the mood during this recent spell of sparkling, sunny spring mornings. Though of course, now as I’m typing this it’s beginning to rain. Sod it, here’s the tracklisting, now go and have a boogie.

bang! it’s morning, it’s spring!
Martha & The Vandellas – (Love is like a) Heatwave
The Doors – Touch Me
DJ Format feat. Abdominal – The Hit Song
Freddie Notes & The Rudies – Montego Bay
The Delfonics- Funny Feeling
Billy Joel – Tell Her About It
Dizzy Gillespie – You Stole My Wife You Horse Thief
Gary Numan – We Take Mystery (To Bed)
Royksopp – Remind Me (Live)
Weezer – No One Else
Passion Pit – Sleepyhead
Steve Miller Band – Abracadabra
The Zombies – This Will Be Our Year (Live)
Nilsson – I’d Rather Be Dead


As long have you’ve installed Spotify and registered you can just click on the link above and you’ll soon be doing the good thing on the bad ankle with all the other kids.

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I unclip my seatbelt and feel my body bloat, nerves expanding beyond tension. The back of my skull reaches for the bottom of my neck and my chin tries to escape out the sunroof. Stretching was never this torturous or over thought. As I leave the car and take my first step towards the empty flat that I can’t bring myself to call a home, I am tripped. Cursing the air, I look across the floor at my feet ready to greet my attacker with verbal abuse, possibly even violence. It seems I’ve been felled by the corpse of Dougal from The Magic Roundabout.

Dusting mud and chalk off my suit, I crouch and inspect the of creature. It is a wig of curly blonde hair, full of lustre and life. Real human hair.

Grooming it as young do their mothers, my brain retreats from my body, hooked skywards by a divine fisherman.

Bombarded with spinning lights, astral forms bang out bass lines and the limbs of spiritual plains groove in confident, fluid arrangements.

I feel disco.

My brain crashes back to the car park, the momentum thrusts my body to stand in an elaborate spin, unquestionably cool. Shoulders back, head up, one hand on my hip, I lift the mesh of dazzling curls to the sky.

I smooth back the remnants of my own hair and place the golden fleece upon my bald head.

I strut forward into the sunset, I am no longer weary.

I am disco.

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