Come Up and See Me (Make Me Smile)

Thanks to Daphna for visiting this past weekend. (I promise I'll be more fun next time.)

Last night I went to the Green Room (yes, there's one in Montreal too) to see the band of a guy in our journalism class. Whoever booked the bands must not have heard them play before, as The Abjects were preceeded by a particularly unfortunate girl trio and a Christian folk duo. Not so seamless.

The reason I am mentioning this night is because there were these DJs there who were all shaggy-haired and dandy (in a Gaven Dianda-esque endearing way) who played the best music. Some highlights that I can remember:

The First of the Gang to Die - Morrissey
Substitute - The Who
Making Time - Creation
You've Really Got Me - The Kinks
I'm Cheating on You - Franz Ferdinand
Come Up and See Me (Make Me Smile) - Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel (which has been in my head for MONTHS, but I never knew who sang it. It's a great drinking song. Please download it immediately.)

Does this playlist sound familiar to anyone who was a regular at the Toucan on Friday nights last year? Right. These shaggy-haired dandies were essentially my male DJ equivalents. It made me very very happy. I ran up to them like three times to declare how much I loved whichever song they were playing at the time, and did little grateful bows to them every now and again. I was even thinking of proposing marriage.

(My, how the turntables have turned.)

I think my dear Matt's theory on DJs getting lust and panties hurled at them is entirely correct. His thinking is that the DJ is the physical embodiment of some drunk chick/dude's favourite song. And the listener wants to be a part of that somehow. Consequently, they attempt to lay the blessed DJ.

In conclusion, DJing was the best job ever.

And speaking of coming up and seeing me, I have decided to make a conscious effort to be more like Mae West in every way. I'll let you know how that goes.

(Now playing: "Come Up and See Me (Make Me Smile)", Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel)