tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816024.post113708394919609805..comments2023-07-01T13:19:24.835+01:00Comments on STRAY BULLETS: Chocolate coated, freaky and habit-formingAKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01477255600233901496noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816024.post-1137924454667834482006-01-22T10:07:00.000+00:002006-01-22T10:07:00.000+00:00Saeri,Aw, thanks. I often wish I had the opportuni...Saeri,<BR/><BR/>Aw, thanks. I often wish I had the opportunity to do it again sometimes...maybe make it a frequent return to the decks...but nothing ever comes of it. One day.AKAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01477255600233901496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816024.post-1137798001966130302006-01-20T23:00:00.000+00:002006-01-20T23:00:00.000+00:00That's almost the best part of the night, when you...That's almost the best part of the night, when you fall into bed, exhausted and happy, with the smell of the club clinging to you. And when you're laying there drifting off, parts of the night keep replaying in your mind and all you can do is smile.<BR/><BR/>I wish I could have caught a performance, it sounds great.AnonymousXhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05779959564968695166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816024.post-1137414822898253382006-01-16T12:33:00.000+00:002006-01-16T12:33:00.000+00:00Well, B, as the Great Scion of Funk George Clinton...Well, B, as the Great Scion of Funk George Clinton used to say: "Funk not only moves, it can remove, dig?"<BR/><BR/>I must have been DJing at around the same time as your friend, too, when Jamiroquai were still relative-unknowns on Acid Jazz. I used to play the 12"s of EMERGENCY ON PLANET EARTH and WHEN YOU GONNA LEARN to death.AKAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01477255600233901496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816024.post-1137414373122622612006-01-16T12:26:00.000+00:002006-01-16T12:26:00.000+00:00It sounds like one heck of a club night. I had a ...It sounds like one heck of a club night. <BR/><BR/>I had a mate at uni who was a funk DJ (back when a new band called Jamiroquai signed to Acid Jazz, young 'uns) and we'd always show at his gigs, bouncing about like harbour buoys and grinning ear-to-ear at the happiness pouring out of the speakers. So I reckon I'd've dug Funk Fiction.<BR/><BR/>During my one set as a student DJ, using what I could find from the accumulated collection amassed over the years by the college, I unearthed the 7" of Ivor Biggun's "The W*nker Song", and made the bold decision to play the B-side, which I - and probably everybody else in the world - had never heard before.<BR/><BR/>It was called "Readers' Wives". It cleared the floor. I was never invited back.<BR/><BR/>So, using the original definition of the word which is "fetid, yeasty and offensively malodorous", I can definitely say that I brought the funk that night.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816024.post-1137394317747092672006-01-16T06:51:00.000+00:002006-01-16T06:51:00.000+00:00Yeah, 'cos THAT's the most important piece of info...Yeah, 'cos THAT's the most important piece of information in that blog posting...<BR/><BR/>And, for the sake of clarity, I should say that the *event* would be under the banner of FUNK FICTION. I did not use it as my name. I used my own name.<BR/><BR/>And remember, if you can't say anything nice...AKAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01477255600233901496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816024.post-1137354656951280242006-01-15T19:50:00.000+00:002006-01-15T19:50:00.000+00:00You used to DJ under the name Funk Fiction???HAHAH...You used to DJ under the name Funk Fiction???<BR/><BR/>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHABerthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00564144140106579023noreply@blogger.com