The Morning Seems So Grey
New Years Eve is generally rubbish I find. It's pretty much a night like any other, although it costs four times as much to do anything, and is compounded by a pressure to enjoy yourself which almost certainly ensures that you probably won't.
Up until last year, for two years in a row I found myself doing the deejaying on New Years Eve. The first year was in a basement in Soho, which held a maximum of 50 people, at a push. The drink was relatively cheap, and I found myself greeting the new year in a double bed that was not my own, having banished it's owner to her living room, after falling asleep at some critical point. It was a shameful performance, which was compounded by a swift exit and a walk of shame around a grey and windy South London. One highlight though, was getting on a bus with a man wearing a fez, the memory of which stands out like a lighthouse in a storm.
The second year was at the sadly demised Spitz. In a rare display of learning a lesson, I managed to make it home without too much disgrace, but with a definite feeling of under achievement. Cake, eat it, all that. Anyway.
It was all a bit hard work, after an unnamed assailant spilt red wine all over the mixer, making it fizz a bit, then crackle a bit, then blow up a bit. The back up mixer was made of wood and didn't really work, which made anticipating what was going to play next a bit of an interesting game. I lost quite a few times, although hopefully not as many times as was realised by the poor paying punters. Brilliant.
And so this year I leave these hallowed shores, for lands of golden sands and grape eating and that, just long enough for the new year's hell to pass me by. If you remain, I can only wish you luck - and leave you these few songs and a little something to help you relive the magic again and again and again and again and again and again. They are a disparate band, but they seemed to do the trick both years when they were asked. Until I return, my friends...
Tiny Dancer
Labels: bis, carter the unstoppable sex machine, new years eve magic, sultans of ping
posted by Tiny Dancer at Monday, December 31, 2007
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2 Comments:
that sex machine song is the jam!
indeed, it is a song of rare and unusual brilliance. the album it's off is also genius - 1992 the love album. debris wrote a review of it when it came out - have to see if we can dig it out...
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