Dario G – Sunchyme.
My 16th birthday: My friends and I went to Leicester
Square in London, to the Capital Café. I’d always been a bit worried that I didn’t
really have ‘enough’ friends. I know better now, of course. But around 15/16,
not only did I suddenly find myself with a nice circle of close friends growing
around me, but I actually started to socialise with them, and go out doing
exciting things for the first time. And I remember sitting in the restaurant
with my friends, this song was playing, and I thought ‘You know what? I’m going
to be alright. Life is good, and I am happy.’
And those best friends I had then? They’re still my best friends now...
Britney Spears – Oops, I did it again.
University. My favourite club- the illustrious Dynamite
Boogaloo. It was an amazing phenomenon that I am happy and glad to have been a
part of. It was more than a night out- it was a bit special to the people who
went there. And at the peak of my times there, before it moved, evolved, grew,
then moved on, we used to do silly dance routines dressed in ridiculous
outfits. Everyone did. It was that sort of place.
My favourite memory- a BAD homemade dance routine we drunkenly improvised whilst standing on the stairs queuing for coats, ready to leave as it was crazy-late and we were flagging. But Britney started. That instantly-recognisable first double strike- and we just made up this stupid, crazy, drunken dance there on the stairs.
And then? Everyone started doing it; copying our routine like some glittery workout video. It was the strangest thing, but SO much fun... It reminds me of uni, it reminds me of my best nights out, and it reminds me of everything I loved about Dynamite Boogaloo.
My favourite memory- a BAD homemade dance routine we drunkenly improvised whilst standing on the stairs queuing for coats, ready to leave as it was crazy-late and we were flagging. But Britney started. That instantly-recognisable first double strike- and we just made up this stupid, crazy, drunken dance there on the stairs.
And then? Everyone started doing it; copying our routine like some glittery workout video. It was the strangest thing, but SO much fun... It reminds me of uni, it reminds me of my best nights out, and it reminds me of everything I loved about Dynamite Boogaloo.
David Essex – A Winter’s tale
So yeah- when my dad left AGAIN, and my mum started
perpetually crying AGAIN, mummy and I had to go and watch my brother in his
school’s Christmas carol concert. And they sang this, and it made my mum cry. I
think she’d been told that day that it was over, or she’d told us that day it
was over, or something. And it was just horrible.
And then for years later, she always skipped it on our Christmas CD, or turned the radio off for that song. She said she couldn’t hear it again as it made her so sad. Which was a shame because I sort of like it in a melancholy way. Maybe because of all that? I don’t know. And then when I had to sing it in my Christmas concert I think I lied and told her parents weren’t invited, or that all the tickets were gone so she wouldn’t come and have to hear it and feel sad. I told you I started taking care of her around this point, didn’t I...?
She can hear it now. She quite likes it now, which is a bit perverse, but she’s very much moved on and is a different person now. Still gets me every time though.
And then for years later, she always skipped it on our Christmas CD, or turned the radio off for that song. She said she couldn’t hear it again as it made her so sad. Which was a shame because I sort of like it in a melancholy way. Maybe because of all that? I don’t know. And then when I had to sing it in my Christmas concert I think I lied and told her parents weren’t invited, or that all the tickets were gone so she wouldn’t come and have to hear it and feel sad. I told you I started taking care of her around this point, didn’t I...?
She can hear it now. She quite likes it now, which is a bit perverse, but she’s very much moved on and is a different person now. Still gets me every time though.
Liberty X – Just a Little
For reasons unknown, we spent an ENTIRE YEAR singing this
song in our final year of uni. All four of us had it stuck in our heads for the
entire year, all through all 3 terms, all the holidays and right through
finals. You’d walk down to the kitchen quietly murmuring to yourself:
“Sexyyyyyyyyyyyyy... Everything about you’s so sexyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...”
then as you walked in, you’d find one of the others making dinner, singing:
“Just a little bit moooooooooooooooore.... gimme just a little bit moooooorrrrre!”
At a completely different point in the song.
It was amazing, but so amusing. And that became my uni song, just because it was so impossible to shift. It reminds me of the girls- we were such a happy little group.
“Sexyyyyyyyyyyyyy... Everything about you’s so sexyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...”
then as you walked in, you’d find one of the others making dinner, singing:
“Just a little bit moooooooooooooooore.... gimme just a little bit moooooorrrrre!”
At a completely different point in the song.
It was amazing, but so amusing. And that became my uni song, just because it was so impossible to shift. It reminds me of the girls- we were such a happy little group.
KISS – Crazy Nights
I was going to choose Do Your Thang- the best song ever and
our first dance at our wedding, but I can bet Simon will choose it too, and I
want to avoid being twee. Crazy Nights
was a song I learned of relatively late in life. It was at the last ever
Dynamite Boogaloo in fact- the end of an era, and all the amazing hosts,
hostesses and DJs were dressed as KISS, doing crazy stunts and games and the
usual stuff. And they closed, after years and years of amazing nights, and
years and years of attendance from us with this song, and I thought- Fuck- they
WERE crazy nights, weren’t they. It was the end of an era, and so sad, but so
much fun and such an amazing way to go out. It was like you were part of a
special little select gang, and you’d all shared in something wacky that most
people didn’t know about and it felt so special. A sad night, but a happy
memory...
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