new ‘alternative’ video for erasure‘s new ditty. i love old erasure and new erasure. i love old pet shop boys and new pet shop boys. i love old depeche mode as well as new depeche mode.
i have very broad musical tastes, you see.
thailand! japan! no way i’m from the usa!
iraq! iran! no way i’m from the usa!
mexico! columbia! no way i’m from the usa!
usa! usa! i’m okay with the usa!
hey hey i’m from the usa
first generation, but that’s okay
filled with pride! yea! high five!
we’re #1! we’re #1!
fight! win! fight! win!
pot roast. casserole. mac n’ cheese. tootsie roll.
fat back. mac attack. snicker doodle. honey smacks.
pig pickin’. finger lickin. cheez whiz. fried chicken.
gatorade. minute maid. tv dinner. crack cocaine!
eurasia! fantasia! no way, i’m from the usa!
nepal! portugal! no way i’m from the usa!
uk! lebanon! no way i’m from the usa!
usa! usa! i’m okay with the usa!
i want more. i want more.
don’t don’t stop ‘till i get bored.
what’s next? what’s next?
what’s next? what’s next?
we burn the sinners.
we burn the gas.
we are the winners.
make it go fast.
make it bigger. make it better.
make it bigger. make it better.
make it bigger. make it better.
make it bigger. make it better.
—avenue d
happy birfday to me, happy birfday to me, happy birfday dear eric, happy birfday to meeeeeeeeeeee!
here at evijhserf, you my have noticed that we do things differently: boys kiss boys, america is scary, and being a creature of the night is championed, with lust beating love 9 times out of 10. birthdays are no different… it’s my birthday, and i’m giving you a wonderful gift.
my deejay alterego jonny moirée presents to you, dear reader, a unique and special mix:
even the most casual of evijhserf readers will know how obsessed i am was with the amazing london club night .popstarz. the friday night indie club holds a special place in my heart for a myriad of reasons, the reasons i’ve outlined time and time again. it goes without saying that i miss it, and many aspects of my london life horribly.
putting together this popstarz classic mix, i had to think back through 4 years of delicious, wonderous friday nights out. the boys, the beer, the bouncing. hearing depeche mode and watching the crowd go wild. flopping around to classic britpop anthems surrounded by britboys. chatting with simon about life, about love, about ‘lectronic music.
in many ways, this compilation marks the end of an era for me… the .popstarz chapter of my life is over. i pogoed away, sweaty and delirious during my final night in london [which coincided with .popstarz's 10th birthday party]. and, of course, the neurons in my brain can’t form the letters p-o-p-s-t-a-r-z in my cortex, or enjoy any indie song without thinking about simon, and how much of an impact he had on so many london boys.
so this mix is a celebration… a celebration of 4 wonder-fucking-ful years in london, a celebration of the good times i’ve shared with my friends around the globe, a celebration of one of the most unique clubs on the planet, a celebration of simon who started it all, and a celebration of my birthday, and one final year of freedom before the big three-ohhhhh…
available via podcast or manual download.
some people get up at the break of day
gotta go to work before it gets too late
sitting in a car and driving down the road
it ain’t the way it has to be
but that’s what you do to earn your daily wage
that’s the kind of world that we live in today
isn’t where you wanna be
and isn’t what you wanna be
give me one more day (one more day)
give me another night (just another night)
i need a second chance (second chance)
this time i’ll get it right (this time i’ll get it right)
i’ll say one last time (one last time)
i’ve got to let you know (i’ve got to let you know)
i’ve got to change your mind (i’ve got to change your mind)
i’ll never let you go (i’ll never let you go)
you’ve got to look at life the way it oughta be
looking at the stars from underneath the tree
there’s a world inside and a world out there
with that tv you just don’t care
they’ve got violence, wars and killing too
all shrunk down in a two-foot tube
but out there the world is a beautiful place
with mountains, lakes and the human race
this is where i wanna be
and this is what i wanna do
—krafty
new order
the streets are all violent
with murderous excitement
the hunter and the prey
are dancing everyday
that waltzing jibberish
where intake becomes outlandish
i’m in a bad way every passing day
“so where do do we go from here” i’ll say
you’re a shining star,
you’ll do great in l.a.
and i keep fixing every habit that i break
oh megan, is this thing of ours still on?
for i haven’t slept a wink
since you have been gone
now i want to be buried in your backyard
and when the flowers grow,
just know you’re still in my heart.
a flash of dark interest
steers us into this car crash
uniting our remains, a fiery hurray…
our hands touch unnoticed
pressed up against melting glass
you’re calling out my name
as the air escapes.
—i want to be buried in your backyard
nightmare of you
yeah, i’m losing my edge.
i’m losing my edge.
the kids are coming up from behind.
i’m losing my edge.
i’m losing my edge to the kids from france and from london.
but i was there.
i was there in 1968.
i was there at the first can show in cologne.
i’m losing my edge.
i’m losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps i hear when they get on the decks.
i’m losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
i’m losing my edge.
to all the kids in tokyo and berlin.
i’m losing my edge to the art-school brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties.
but i’m losing my edge.
i’m losing my edge, but i was there.
i was there.
but i was there.
i’m losing my edge.
i’m losing my edge.
i can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
but i was there.
i was there in 1974 at the first suicide practices in a loft in new york city.
i was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
i was there when captain beefheart started up his first band.
i told him, “don’t do it that way. you’ll never make a dime.”
i was there.
i was the first guy playing daft punk to the rock kids.
i played it at cbgb’s.
everybody thought i was crazy.
we all know.
i was there.
i was there.
i’ve never been wrong.
i used to work in the record store.
i had everything before anyone.
i was there in the paradise garage dj booth with larry levan.
i was there in jamaica during the great sound clashes.
i woke up naked on the beach in ibiza in 1988.
but i’m losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
and they’re actually really, really nice.
i’m losing my edge.
i heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody. every great song by the beach boys. all the underground hits. all the modern lovers tracks. i heard you have a vinyl of every niagra record on german import. i heard that you have a white label of every seminal detroit techno hit – 1985, ’86, ’87. i heard that you have a cd compilation of every good ’60s cut and another box set from the ’70s.
i hear you’re buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real. you want to make a yaz record.
i hear that you and your band have sold your guitars and bought turntables.
i hear that you and your band have sold your turntables and bought guitars.
i hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that i know.
but have you seen my records? this heat, pere ubu, outsiders, nation of ulysses, mars, the trojans, the black dice, todd terry, the germs, section 25, althea and donna, sexual harrassment, a-ha, pere ubu, dorothy ashby, pil, the fania all-stars, the bar-kays, the human league, the normal, lou reed, scott walker, monks, niagra,
joy division, lower 48, the association, sun ra,
scientists, royal trux, 10cc,
eric b. and rakim, index, basic channel, soulsonic force ["just hit me"!], juan atkins, david axelrod, electric prunes, gil! scott! heron!, the slits, faust, mantronix, pharaoh sanders and the fire engines, the swans, the soft cell, the sonics, the sonics, the sonics, the sonics.
you don’t know what you really want.
you don’t know what you really want…
—losing my edge
lcd soundsystem
it seems this boy’s bathed in ridicule
too forward, way too physical
it’s time that i had another
i’m always wanting more, if there’s another one
give me some more, i’ll have another one
i’ll have a slice of your mother
this boy’s quite spectacular
not a boy, but a wealthy bachelor
i want a car
i want a car
i sees losers losing everywhere
if i lose it’ll only the damn i give for another
i am complete, invincible
if i have one set principle
then it’s to stand on you, brother
this boy is so spectacular
not a boy, but a wealthy bachelor
i want a car
i want a car
if i like cocaine, i’m racing you
for organic fresh echinacea
one kick’s as good as another
if i’m tired, i’m tired of telling you
i’m never tired, i’m always better than you
bye-bye boy, run to your mother
this boy is so spectacular
not a boy, but a wealthy bachelor
i want a car
i want a car
—this boy
franz ferdinand
boys by jonny moriée
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