I never did it that much or for that long, but it’s embedded in my soul like some sort of splinter. One that won’t bloody come out.
I’m lazing on the sofa with too much Bass being transmitted by the solid flooring, listening to what unintentionally became a playlist. Because I heard one song and though “y’know, this song would really benefit from having that song after it…” and this was repeated several times. I could happily have sat and made a playlist several hours long…like we did for our wedding :)
Annoyingly I’m not well enough to leap around the lounge in my usual parody of dancing; perhaps I should poke my nose back in to SGN and see if they’re going to need a DJ. I did say I would :)
I’m not sure I’m made for DJing a gay venue though. I’ve encountered essentially two types of gay venue. The cheese venue or the hard-core-dance venue. I play mostly (what I think of as) indie with leanings towards some cheese (and of course, Dracula’s Tango) – so I’m not sure I’d go down that well be that popular.
That and I do tent do err on the side of the late 90’s / early 00’s. Still, it’s fun. If only it hadn’t burrowed deep into my brain such that it can pop out in at unexpected moments.
