Saturday, 24 May 2008

Against my better judgement

I did threaten this. Making you listen to my music. Well you don't have to. I can't make you.

Against my better judgement, here's Hoppy Head.

Apart from the title, it has absolutely nothing to do with beer. Not much to do with music, either.


Stonch said...

I don't have any pills to drop so can't judge whether that's dance-able to. It sounds ok to the un-mashed ear though!

Ron Pattinson said...

If you think writing about beer sucks up time, try making music. 5 minutes of music took about two or three hundred hours of work. I don't have the time. Which is why I disconnected all my music-making equipment, including the synthsiser in front of me on which I have 30 cm pile of notes, magazines, books, festival programmes.

Ah, the days when I had time to go clubbing. Twelve hours dancing I once managed - Leftfields debut gig at the Paradiso followed by an afterparty at the Silo. The Silo was 100 times crazier than anywhere else I've ever been. What a deathtrap. At the back was a dock with no barrier and a 4 metre drop into the Ij. And the dirtiest toilets I've ever seen. I was in Prague in the communist days, so I've seen plenty of filthy bogs. These were in a different class. I couldn't ever post even 5% of the truth about the Silo. Ask me about it, next time we meet.

Stonch said...

Excellent. Ron the caner. Yes we will need to discuss this when I come over to lash it up in Amsterdam.

Ron Pattinson said...

And remember to ask me what my nickname was in those days.

Happy times.

Andy Holmes said...

Not my kind of thing Ron, so I couldn't possibly comment. That's not a negative comment, just an admission of lack of knowledge.