Tuesday electro fix...

Cut Copy
“Need You Now”
[MP3 format] / April 2011 / Modular
(alternately released on
Zonoscope full-length / 2011 / Modular)

MP3 downloads for “Need You Now” can be found at the following sites (as of 2011-04-19):
• “Need You Now” [album cut] (Stereogum)
• “Need You Now” [album cut] (Twentyseven Views)
• “Need You Now” [album cut] (Different Kitchen)
• “Need You Now” [Architecture In Helsinki remix] (Modular)
• “Need You Now” [Carl Craig remix] (Modular)

Lyrics:

Hush, darling, don’t you cry
Hush, darling, don’t you cry
’Cause they’re never gonna reach you
Never gonna reach you

Hush, darling, don’t you cry
Hush, darling, don’t you cry
’Cause they’re never gonna reach you
Never gonna reach you

In the morning, I come down
In the morning, I break down
But you’re never gonna get away
Gonna get away

I know I’m running, baby
But I need you now
Said I know we’re going crazy
But I need you now
I need you now
To find somehow

I know we’re running, baby
But I need you now
I know we’re going crazy
But I need you now
I need you now
To find somehow

There’s a beauty in the waking eye
There’s a memory in the waking eye
But it’s never gonna reach you
Never gonna reach you

In the morning, I come down
In the morning, I break down
But you’re never gonna get away
Gonna get away

Hands touch as you’re falling down
Lips touch as you’re falling down
Run for the last train
Whatever will get you home

I know we’re going crazy
But I need you now
I know we’re running, baby
But I need you now
I need you now
To find somehow

I know we’re going crazy
But I need you now
I know we’re running, baby
But I need you now
I need you now
To find somehow

(But I need you now)
(But I need you now)

Tonight
Tonight

Getting Older...

So we went to an event billed as a “dance party” at Black Cat in D.C.  Normally we go to this club to see indie rock shows, but we thought we'd attempt some dancing here in the fast-waning days of our youth.

Here is how the event was billed on the website:

Saturday Apr 16

THE SATURDAY NIGHT DANCE PARTY

New Wave, Pop, 90s, and Other Oddities w/ DJ [name retracted].

$5 Backstage / Doors at 9:30

Tickets available night of show.

So we attended this event with our friend Eric, hoping for a night of eighties New Wave electronic dance numbers (think New Order or Pet Shop Boys) with maybe some nineties Trip-hop (think Portishead or Tricky) thrown in for good measure.  We’d also hoped there would be some oldsters like us (30-somethings) to round the crowd out.

It turns out that we were dead wrong.  Instead the DJ played an entire set of hip-hop, house music, R&B, and disco.  To add to the sense of displacement, the median age of the patrons seemed to be about 24.

We did have fun, though.  By midnight the music was pulsing through the stage and we were ridng on wave after wave of endorphins.  We were moving in rhythm with the crowd, feeling sweet tides of sound wash through our bodies.  (The overpriced Cosmopolitans and Manhattans didn’t hurt either.)  I could almost forget the fact that many of the kids on the dance floor hadn’t even been born when “Billy Jean” (Michael Jackson) or “Groove Is In The Heart” (Deee-Lite) were released.

After a night of cutting the rug to unrecognized hip hop dance anthems alongside youthful Millennials, we decided to call it a night around half past midnight and headed back to the Metro, grateful for our suburban creature comforts of encroaching middle age.

I leave you with this old dance track from New Order’s 1989 Technique album, called “Fine Time.”  If I had been the deejay, the sets would have contained tracks like this one.

Lyrics:

You’re much too young
To be a part of me
Too young
To get a hold on me

You’re much too young
You’re much too young
You’re much too young
To mess around with me

Hey
You know I’ve met a lot of cool chicks
But I’ve never met a girl with all her own teeth
That’s why I love you babe
That’s why we could be
But you’re too young
Too young

At the end
At the end
At the end
The past doesn’t matter

Repeat (×3)

Hey
Sophisticated lady
You know I’ve met a lot of cool chicks
But you've got style
You’ve got class
But most of all
You’ve got love technique.

Thursday afternoon dance track...

This eighties song is a guilty pleasure of mine.  This is the 7” version of Blancmange’s “Don’t Tell Me” (London Records, 1984).

Lyrics:

I’ll stay with you until the end
I say you’ll let me be your friend
I’ll say you’ll let me in the end
I just want to be your friend.

How can I be sure you’re breaking all the rules
How can I be sure I should be high above
I climbed a mountain reaching for the skies
And all too soon I jump the moon and find I'm losing my mind.

Don’t tell me I'm the howling wind
Don’t tell me you're the wounded star
And don’t tell me I’m the devil’s friend
Don’t tell me
Don’t tell me
I’ve gone too far.

I didn’t hear you as you left my room last night
Don’t turn your back on me
I didn’t hear you as you left the room last night
Please return and set me free.

I climbed a mountain reaching for the skies
And all too soon I jumped the moon and find the sun burns my eyes.

Don’t tell me I'm the howling wind
(Don’t tell me)
Don’t tell me you're the wounded star
(Don’t tell me)
And don’t tell me I’m the devil’s friend
(Don’t tell me)
Don’t tell me
Don’t tell me
I’ve gone too far.

I can’t get a grip on
I can’t get a grip on
I can’t get a grip on you
I can’t get a grip on
No
No
Can’t get a grip on.

I say you’ll let me in the end
I say you’ll let me be your friend.
I maybe asked this once before
Don’t you love me any more?