House Is A Feeling

Yeesh the time flies by, three weeks since a post is shameful. Thanks to the people who mailed me to ask if I was posting or who found the site for the first time, it makes me realise I should get off my lazy ass and post.

I guess most of you are totally familiar with the choices a full working week gives you. You either party and life becomes just work and play, or you force yourself to do creative things outside work. What’s crazy is how much of the brain work actually takes from you. In a busy month I find myself abandoning books for the newspaper on my commute, and a wall builds up around blogging and music.

Then I have a day where I’ve got more time and suddenly I check the music sites, listen to promos, and remember how I managed update almost every single day at one point, and that house and techno is actually good. The human brain doesn’t need a lion tamer to become docile, just a 40 hour week.

So I’ve chosen option A of late, and been out quite a bit lately, being very stupid. The most recent highlight was seeing Marcus Worgull at 512 on Kingsland Road on Sunday. I’d never been to 512 and I thought it was a really good club, just a simple square room. Like plenty of good clubs it was good because at no point did you have to think about it. Nothing got in the way.

With someone like Worgull I always have a bit of faith before going in, which I guess is a credit to Innervisions, you just sort of feel those guys will be good DJs. He played a quite steady set of house and some disco, and some older housey stuff too. It was quite funny at around 2 or 3am to hear “Elle” by DJ Gregory mixed into that awesome old Francois K remix of Moloko’s “Forever More”, felt like somebody plugged my ipod in circa 2003! But since I love both of those records I wasn’t complaining. I’d forgotten how powerful the Francois K mix is.

After that I saw a little bit of Londoner Casper C in house mode, and there things became a bit hazy, I know there was Johnny D played though. Then it was onto some truly awful club playing unidentifiably shit music, before a stumble home.

One thing I’ve noticed about London is that despite the wealth of stuff that’s on in clubs and pubs the parties that happen in somebody’s flat or apartment are even crazier than somewhere like Dublin, and you can often spend a weekend out and about without seeing any DJ or even hearing any particularly great records. Obviously the parties with good music are better, but the stupidity scene here is very well engrained!

That was that for last weekend, this weekend not sure if there are any techno related plans, but who knows which way the wind will blow. Lately the most simple beginning can end with the below neighbours whacking a broom against the floor, as if oblivious to the fact that their Sunday afternoon screaming ranting arguments are just as disturbing a soundtrack to some as techno at 7am.

More posts soon. In fact, another one in about 2 hours. (edit: maybe a bit longer than that!)