silverdollarcircle

if anyone tries to tell you that wiley isn't a top boy grime MC, show them this track:

target- 'earth warrior remix' pirate radio rip.

sabbatical

this blog won't be updated on anything like a regular basis until mid may, cuz i'm going to be too busy till then [thesis, exams, blah].

i might post the occasional mp3, and may be finally get around to posting mp3s of some pirate sets, but there'll be no words.

so, until then, listen to yr ruff squad, stay safe, and i'll see you in the summer!

my favourite bit of raindance, which now seems so, so long ago, but it's only really been two weeks, was at 7 in the morning, in the hardcore room, which in the course of the night had gradually upped and moved from sweet and sticky happy hardcore to harder, darker, more 'epic', hardstyle with may be a little bit of newstyle thrown in for some gabba-you-can-dance-to bits, but i'm no expert on all these various permutations. anyway, my favourite moment was just as we were about to leave and brave london's current artic climate, but we thought we'd eke out one last dance, and i glance up through all the green fog and there's this girl in front of me, in those flourescent yellow jackets that all the slammin vinyl kids wear, and she's jumping up and down in total glee, hair-bunches batting the side of her head, arms flailing by her side. she loves this music. everyone else, by this time, we're all staggering around or rooted to the same spot, etching out the same patterns in the air, trying to keep the night going, but it's still feels like waking up on christmas morning to her, and she doesn't look like she even has to try. she was a vision of what it should be like, every time and all the time.

igloo