Showing posts with label BobLife. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 25 July 2017

The Disco Floor



Over the past few years I have slowly but surely started enjoying playing Edits of classic Disco and Popular tracks from the 70s and 80s. Producers such as Purple Disco Machine, Late Nite Tuff Guy and Joey Negro have cultivated wonderous edits of such anthems such as Ain’t Nobody and The Beat Goes On, both of which I have hammered to fuck in the bar and early on in various birthday and wedding sets.

Below is a playlist of the very best Disco Edits that I have found whether via the web, or through mates who have captured such wonderous booties!!


State Of Mind

We continue to suffer with our demons - such as this week, where I have not been at work either yesterday or Today. They do continue to be utterly amazing - however I have as of late started to wonder how much longer that is going to go on for. I have to presume that at some point, something is going to have to give for me to try to move on from everything - however although on some days that seems closer than ever, on other days, it seems as distant as fuck.

Therapy is working of sorts, however I have started to realise as well in recent weeks and months, that I need to unleash some of the anger that has built and built over the past few decades - and its there - and its there in fucking abundance. It is all about how to deal with that anger - and more importantly how to utilise it. As much as it would benefit me from unleashing it on some unsuspecting paedophile or sex offender over the phone at work, or elsewhere - and the short term high that that in itself would bring, that is all it would be - a form of fix, that any other situation would involve sniffing a line up my fucking nose. Oh.

Let’s take Friday night as an example - where I was doing a wedding for a colleague at work - everyone was so happy - loving my set and all that nonsense. Got home, and just felt gah. Been here before...

Saturday night I got shitfaced, cunted - whatever it is you want to call it.

Sunday night, I felt empty - there just does not seem to be that same visceral high there at the moment - perhaps the gigging is not enough anymore - in the same way as my cycling isn’t having the same effect as it was earlier in the year on my weight - genuinely do not have a fucking foggy.

Monday, 24 July 2017

Apologies and All That Bullshit…

Been a while since my last post and musings on here - which is a shame because a lot has happened, some good, some not so good, and unfortunately some things have remained the same which is a bit of a cunt.

Have lost three stone so far this year.

That’s probably the most positive aspect of the year so far.