I know I don’t exactly have the best reputation amongst the blogging community in terms of replying swiftly to the kind comments which folks leave, but my responses have been even more tardy than usual recently.
I have the WordPress app on my phone, which alerts me whenever someone leaves a comment, and it is here that I usually read and reply – but at the moment, for some reason, it won’t actually load them up for me to read.
Doubtless there will be an update along soon enough to rectify it, but until that happens I don’t have chance to read and reply until I next log on via my laptop, which I don’t do every day. I spend all day tapping away at a laptop; more often than not it’s the last thing I feel like doing when I’ve finished my actual job for the day.
So my apologies if you think I’ve been rude by not replying to a comment you’ve left sooner than I have done recently.
To make up for it, here’s a bit of classic trance-trousers for you: DJ Tiesto’s In Search of Sunrise Remix of Delerium’s Silence, in all its 11:34 majesty:
Llŷr and I once went to a Gatecrasher event at Cardiff ice rink (Gatecrasher, for those not in the know, being a club night renowned for their love of all things trance) – all muscly meats with their tops off, jailbait girls wearing as little as possible accompanied by regulation-issue furry knee-high boots.
I think it may have been a New Year’s Eve event, as the night was packed with superstar DJs (the identity of whom I cannot remember) doing 2-3 hour slots before being helicoptered off to their next venue somewhere in the UK to play a probably identical slot, whilst a resident DJ plugged the gaps between each set with more repetitive beats and lasers.
This meant that each superstar DJ missed the end of the previous one’s set, and so had no idea that each one before them had ended their set with this remix of this tune.
Which, in turn, also meant that we must have heard it at least four times that night.
It’s testament to what an absolute banger it is (and possibly to the amount of drugs (everyone else had) taken) that the crowd went mental for it every time.