Yep felt very strange on Tuesday......
And the weekend came starting with Your Love, a track which I swear just brought the joint to a halt when we first played it. But we white boys in the UK caught on quick and off to Black Market Records we went.....
Its fair to say a number of us owe House music if not Chicago a living; given the above, my list is inspired by rather than a tribute to.
Playing in the background of te doco posted earllier. The same crew gave us the sublime break for love.
Adonis stitches nicely with the bookend of this set.
Lets not forget that Frankie was born in New York. This from the late Manny Skretching; I figure that anyone who mixed Jungle owes this one.
And the boys all sorted for E's and whizz ran off with the ball and came back with this (its all in there somewhere). This track kept me in a living for a whole year..... the break starts at 3:00 and who could fail to be inspired. The "pump it up boy" sample came of course from Chicago.
Stuff the Isle of Wight the real Woodstock of a generation in the UK was found around the M25 it was something else to see 2000 or more spotty herbetesses and herberts dancing to this as the sun rose.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, Chicago and and especially Frankie Knuckles.
I'm kind of gob smacked by today's Key announcement that he's wangled NZ products (in particular mussels) to appear on Alibaba ....
Which would be an a hollow victory indeed given what we now know about the struggles that NZ produce faces at the border.
I look forward with interest to the next round of close friends that will be invited to dinner.
I think we sort of dealt with those issues. The Labour Party's sort of down in the weeds going through various aspects of it.
Perhaps someone should remind the Prime Minister that there is a difference between ordinary and noxious weeds.
I was at a party sat on some stairs in a hallway between two doors. Chaos theory describes pattern points and pinch points that connect two attractor states. And there sits me, at University for the first time between two lives; one rejected the other unshaped by endeavour. The strange thing is that I am there at all. I can only recall going to one “proper” party in my time at University. I never have felt comfortable making conversation with strangers when I have no job to do. So it is odd to see me animated and at ease in this picture. Elements of chaotic systems are known to do unstable things preceding and between phase shifts.
It is definitely me though, the bleached Levis, offensive earrings, the little rubber band that retains the tongue of my favourite leather belt. Oh yeah, that’s me in a very novel state.
I got my second chance at life through education. To be captured on such flattering terms just as my life was flipping from one state to another seems to underline my extraordinary good fortune.
Which does beg the question about the value of these middle men and the "value added" services they provide.
Why doesn’t the US just buy the lot and process it into morphine for pain relief in the developing world?
I suspect it has something to do with the profits from a stealth bomber being linked to the ability to hire security for the altogether too common gated communities in the developed world. After all how else can they stop poverty stricken addicts from be-spoiling their lifestyles and stealing their belongings?
Two less sarcastic points do stick out though -
A lot of the dialogue in this piece returns to our relationship with primary producers and how those in poorer countries cannot make a living (as with some richer ones). The commodification of primary produce and free market economics just don't work in this context. I don't think the ongoing food security problems elsewhere are unrelated to the way we buy food and what we expect to pay for it.
I tried to imagine what would happen if we did eliminate opium poppies, coca, marijuana etc. The nightmare scenario would see massive growth in synthetics, which should scare everyone.
A bit sad really Quax has not only marginalised himself but also the needs of those he purports to represent.
Manufacturers stated life-span for helmets is 3-4 years. While I suspect this is probably a little on the short side the reasoning behind this is real. The foam inside helmets does become brittle and is not immune to certain types of spray solvents/propellants, regardless of the state of the shell. Fit really does matter, not only for crash protection but slippage that at best distracts and at worst obstructs view. The whole point of the foam is that it aids deceleration something undermined by the size of the gap between head and functional body of the helmet.
I suspect the Oily one's antipathy cycling has something to do with this.