Friday, February 11, 2011

Am I going mad or is this some kind of revelation? My inner DJ, as you might expect, has been cranking up its (genderless) endeavours, as though to make up for my almost bed-ridden and totally housebound state. My inner DJ is a constant source of wonderment to me and the tactics it employs leads me to think that it is probably more sophisticated than I am though we do, at any rate, share a sense of humour. When I was in the process of separating from my first husband it played Tammy Wynette's D-I-V-O-R-C-E and Hold Me Close by David Essex on a continuous loop. Why? I had never paid any attention to Tammy or David, far less owned any of their music, but inner DJ made sure that those two numbers are securely held in the recesses of my inner jukebox. One scratch and they will replay.

So you will be wondering what the music is right now: it's South Park, the movie - one track in particular. Recent loft excavations unearthed daughter's old CD and I have been playing it through, remembering how much I loved South Park and thinking that a few wall-to-wall sessions of this might be just what I need. I am still (taking it slowly, perforce) on Candia McWilliam's new book and almost thought of getting Jane Shilling's memoir of middle-age but a) I can't get it (or anything much that I want) on Kindle, b) I suspect it's going to feel a bit insubstantial after Candia and c) perhaps I need something completely different. And what, you are asking, is inner DJ's response to this and the predicament of my enfeebled condition?

Here, for your delectation:

Looking for this on Youtube threw up all manner of interesting variations. There was the German version:

and a heart-stoppingly beautiful remix with images - which I now cannot find.

And so back to bed.


trousers said...

I'm sure I've said before, that my own inner DJ (or Internal Walkman as I tend to call it) cranks up Silver Lady by David Soul with worrying regularity and I've no idea why. There are a number of other, equally-baffling selections which suggest that mine has a similar sense of sophistication and humour to yours.

More straighforwardly, however, when I was in Berlin for the first time, said DJ/Walkman had a song by Einstuerzende Neubauten on heavy rotation, called "Die Befindlichkeit Des Landes".

Reading the Signs said...

Trousers, Silver Lady is in my weird selection too! I wonder if my DJ and your Walkman went to the same School.

Going to have a look at Die Befindlichkeit Des Landes now.

Cusp said...

So sorry you're feeling so rough at the moment. I have the DJ thnag too....there was a point where a most obscure song by Dolly Parton almost drove me insane.

Hope the record stops spinning (in both senses) very soon (*)

Reading the Signs said...

Cusp, it's ok, my DJ's taste in music is weird but I accept it as some kind of manifestation of artistic sensibility. I think Joan of Arc might have experienced the same kind of thing but there was no pop music in those days.

Anonymous said...

The real Brian Boitano capitalised on this and has since hosted a number of series of the popular US cooking show, "what would Brian Boitano make?". No Joke.

Fire Bird said...

my inner DJ can be an embarrassment - revealing for all to hear, the kinds of private things that are on my mind. I have to censor hard sometimes. I can't think of examples right now, having no memory...

Reading the Signs said...

SOS, Blimey - but I have to say that the line-up of recipes there do not look inspiring. Considering all the things that have been made (beginning with the deeply ironical South Park song!) in his name, I guess he might want to cash in on it somehow.

F B, but I thought that the beauty of the inner DJ is that no-one need know about all the rubbish songs. Ah, but I think you mean that the songs it chooses can make certain things explicit. Yes. Although mine tends rather to have a bit of fun at my expense.