Staying alive: god is a DJ
30 08 2005Fish was right: trance is the bollocks. Can’t believe I’m thinking that. Can’t believe I’m dancing to it. Actually, the way things have been turning out lately, disbelief has been suspended until further notice. The last few days have been building up this moment. Starting when I picked up Beaumont’s latest and best. Every hour has been a barely perceptible rise in my levels of joy. Soon I’ll be so dazzled that I can’t see beyond it. Something to do with the weather, the Cachaça, the fresh, salty air… Oh, and Fish.
‘I love this song,’ she shrieks.
‘Me Too,’ I yell.
What am I saying? I hate this song. It’s that old Belinda Carlisle number. The manic tranced-up version. DJ Probablya-Dutchbloke featuring SomeEuroblonde. I really hate it. So why is my body flailing and why am I singing?
Me singing?
God is a DJ; heaven is a place on earth.
… never mind… just think the guys of Doubleedged Films are doing a great job in promoting 11:59.
PS did you notice the My Space icon? Waky waky fellow marketeers; no other media budget can buy you this global media attention. Marginal? Think again!
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