Well! There's nothing quite like dancing all night
to lift one's spirits. Of course, there's also nothing quite like not sleeping enough every night for a couple of months to leave one feeling lethargic and despondent, but I'll leave over worrying about that until I'm at work tonight. Did I tell you that I worked at the cinemas
? Well, now you know.
Anyway, the musical selection of last night was mostly hard house (although considering that it was at a predominantly gay venue, perhaps that should be "hard handbag" or something?) with the odd trance number thrown in. Hard house is an area I know next to nothing about, although its ravaged female sighs and rippling, multitiered 4/4 beats (which strike me as verging on dubby) seriously go down a treat on the dancefloor. Very base, of course, but what's wrong with that? Huh?
More interestingly though is my love-hate relationship with current trance. How can I love a track so much when I'm dancing to it, when just the night before I was spewing forth vitriol at the music store opposite the cinema for playing it? I suppose the upshot of the commercial exposure is being able to identify the really excellent stuff, like that remix of Paul Van Dyke's "The Riddle (Tell Me Why)" which for the longest time substitutes the dewy sentimentality of the main mix with a cruel 303 bass riff, before finally exploding back into the original's melancholy triumph. It's enough for me to seriously consider attending the guy's show next month, his disturbing white sweater notwithstanding.