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.