Saturday, 18 August 2007
dancing with tears in my eyes
there was a fabulous moment at the very last party on the roofs of soon to be swallowed by the new kings cross battlebridge road when 'the bottle' blasted out - the night exploded with whoops and hands in the air and beaming faces. how does such a tragic tune do that? and why do we ignore the desperate pain and heartbreak of a million floorfillers when the urge to shake and fingerpop proves impossible to resist?
i can't think of a single jolly northern soul song right now. i know there must be loads but my head's full of 'i hurt on the other side' and 'love gone bad'. oh alright there's ' you turned my bitter into sweet' for a start but soul, funk and disco are built on hi hats and tears and the hits that send us charging to the dancefloor should really have us sobbing in the dark.
come to think of it some of my best moves have been busted to 'home is where the hatred is' which i think proves my point perfectly...
esther phillips - home is where the hatred is
i think this one is going to run and run.