Every so often, a stopped clock shows the right time, a right-wing tabloid columnist says something one can agree with, or the PA system in a supermarket plays a good song. The last happened this afternoon, when I was in the local Morrison's; in between some quite ordinary songs, the PA played Aztec Camera's "Somewhere In My Heart", which has been playing in my head since.
I can totally see that song in a mix between any of: The Bodines' "Heard It All", OMD's "Dreaming", The Go-Betweens' "Streets Of Your Town" or Deacon Blue's "Real Gone Kid" (to name four tracks that come to mind).
Which reminds me: some way, somehow, I'm going to have to get back into DJing.
Yeah...and I heard There Is a Light That Never Goes OUt at the Esprit warehouse in suburban San Francisco. Really. Mind you that doesn't top the Augie March call.
I didn't know you ever left DJing. If you have, get back there right away. I can't wait until you can webcast or podcast a DJ set of yours. We should be so lucky.
I didn't so much leave DJing as ran out of opportunities. Here in London, most of the indie nights either only get people who were/are in well-known indie bands (we're talking people around the calibre of Stephen Pastel here) to DJ, or are run by tightly-knit cliques of kids, which I don't belong to.
I DJed once at a night co-run by hazyjayne, but I don't think one of those will happen again any time soon.