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Everything's alright. It's alright. Just pretend it's not happening.
Nov 14th, 2011 @ 3:14 pm
HEY MUSIC LOVER
There were lines and lines of us, most seemed to be going down, gripping the rails of the staircases with purpose, a moving queue of hormones, acne, make-up, Lynx spray and neon-lit shirts and jeans from Stolen From Ivor, with one very precise certainty, mind and bodies focused on one goal-to dance. Get us to that fucking dance floor now! Stop us at your peril! We want to sway, swing and shake to the infectious bubbling synths on top of the hypnotic beat, the acid-tinged modulating bass-line, we must be allowed to sing along to the words ‘I wanna take you higher!’
We make our way to the floor as if we’re moving imaginary people to one side. Don’t stop us now ‘cos we’re having a good time! Celebrate now but don’t get in our way! Like the fucking film, ‘Tommy’ we’re not gonna take it! This was an ordered rebellion, fuelled by half a bottle of cider under a canal bridge, a couple of B&H’s and cheap cola. Wigan Pier, 1989. Our fall of Communism. Probably. Piss off Madchester. I’m there again. Time travel is possible.
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