On friday night I played a few records at a friend's party. My record-box is too heavy so I get a taxi down to his house.
The taxi-driver says "I've get an engagement party in a couple weeks; how much do you charge to play?"
I'm like - eyebrow up - uhhhhhh, well....
He says "What stuff do you play?"
"Well, tonight...mainly late 70s / early 80s Disco, Funk...some old Pop records..."
"Oh, that's exactly what I want. I hate all this fucking new stuff..."
I'm not exactly sure what he means. This is Yeovil, so it's probably some new sub-variety of Trance that I'm not aware of. "What's that, then?"
"That fucking Drum n Bass rubbish." He pulls a face like he's just licked a turd-flavour lolly. I wonder if I've blacked out and lost the best part of two decades. Though "best" is probably the wrong word; you can have most of 1995 - 2004 back to be honest. I don't want it. I'll take a refund. (Cash, if you've got it. Or some mid-70s Czech Free-Jazz/Prog LPs.) Though that No U-Turn night in that basement was pretty good and I'll keep some of those later Pavement LPs too.
"Disco, Funk....yeah, that's exactly what I want."
He drops me off and gives me his card. "Let me know if you can do it..."