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Yeah, because people have been told "everyone should be in therapy".
what's your favourite cheesy 90s hit
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Yeah, because people have been told "everyone should be in therapy".
I'm guessing from this conversation it's more of a rare thing in the UK there 'cause even poor AF single moms in Kentucky were going to therapy during that time
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We've two conversations going at once re: therapy. One's about therapy in general, the other's about therapy as a class signifier and lifestyle choice. What you're describing's the first, the Woody Allen discussion's the second.
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No Shamen?
Fuckin tragic I mean Mr C water from a fountain move any mountain codswallop prick ubiquitous pick
Before anyone raises shade, I never fuckin owned it or danced to it, oh no, the lyrical content alone jfc Brits on drugs eh but it’s a bridge tune between shit rave and and high st meat market “e’s are for cunts” where your ears picked out the examples after getting the bus into town and walking to Venus. C4 tv track, early mtv this side of the pond. If I find any Shamen records in among records owned by friends occasionally = much ribaldry etc
Just look at the vid (or don’t), didn’t one of these clowns drown?
The En-Vogue choon is timeless but straddled similar worlds. No-one dislikes their gear because it’s 🔥, more how great music can be subsumed into the broader scope cheese-puss culture takes/took its cues from
Fuckin tragic I mean Mr C water from a fountain move any mountain codswallop prick ubiquitous pick
Before anyone raises shade, I never fuckin owned it or danced to it, oh no, the lyrical content alone jfc Brits on drugs eh but it’s a bridge tune between shit rave and and high st meat market “e’s are for cunts” where your ears picked out the examples after getting the bus into town and walking to Venus. C4 tv track, early mtv this side of the pond. If I find any Shamen records in among records owned by friends occasionally = much ribaldry etc
Just look at the vid (or don’t), didn’t one of these clowns drown?
The En-Vogue choon is timeless but straddled similar worlds. No-one dislikes their gear because it’s 🔥, more how great music can be subsumed into the broader scope cheese-puss culture takes/took its cues from
chava
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I love the Shamen, then and now. The absolute incarnation of everything 90s to me and it is even better to witness how much they are hated by the british club cognoscenti (still). My 7 year old son loves this, can it get any better? :
william_kent
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cheesy, but I doubt anyone here would admit to liking them, even as a "guilty pleasure? edit: I was proven wrong
but funny you should mention them - I'm reading the Mark "guru" of the Spiral tribe's autobiography and DJ Stika from the Shamen was instrumental in helping Spiral tribe do their first rave - £3 quid in, they were breadheads back in the day...
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Love the chorus on this one.
Murphy
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shakahislop
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I’d draw the line at books coz thats a purely solo activity. films and music you get exposed to. and it’s all interesting as well. films in particular there’s always something you can get out of them. they’re navigation tools I think.
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Living in certain houses comes to mind. Summer 1990 in Sherwood, sharing with 3 others who were all out @ Venus on this occasion. Post World Cup England, hysteria around penalties, great drugs and Forest were still a name.
Up late just fucking round on turntables, pack of Stella in the fridge and needed a fresh blast of tastelessness. The ground floor of this house had a porch thing that led into a hallway corridor, that led into a v small dining room on into a kitchen. Two living rooms to the side, stairway opposite, with a knocked through partial partition between the two living rooms to create space. Decks were in there, tv etc.
To get to the fridge i had to open the lounge door, turn left 45degrees, walk about twelve feet through the eating area to the kitchen and get the booze to satiate a growing thirst. It all happened so instantly and surreally. The only way i can articulate it is that as soon as i opened the door into the hallway i walked into a wall of silent, screaming, galactic-sized fear. No lights on, couldn't see anything. Took a step back and shut the door immediately. Standing there, it was if an indescribable presence was trying to force itself in through the walls and door. PWEI's 7" Touched by the Hand of Cicciolina was playing, so while this football-sampled piano crescendo grew, so did this presence (and fuck you, that wasn't my record).
I backed up against the wall, turned the volume down on the amp and tried to focus, but it got worse. Immeasurable fear. Not dissociative, i was absolutely in the moment, full bearings but clearly wondering wtf was happening. This presence seemed as tall and wide as the observable universe itself - vertically and horizontally infinite. A looming, menacing, malevolent perturbation in the reality field, like it was willing everything into whatever it was. Think i lit a fag, tried stepping forward and it was if an inhuman force of monstrous magnitude screamed "NO". I froze. Racing thoughts, "grow up you sad cunt" and "how do i get out of this fucking house?" amid distilled terror. Sipped the remaining lager due to cotton wool mouth and waited. Slowly, over about ten to fifteen minutes, it subsided.
Now, there was a lot of drug consumption during this period, at life threatening levels some times all in the name of fun, and i'm fully aware this was probably a neural prolapse of some sort, but that feeling opening the door, the switch from mundane, ordinary Friday night life to bornless, cold crystalised intention happened in a micro-second. I knew the hallway was already dark because i was the only one home, so it wasn't the lack of light that startled me. I've never really spoken about it - why would you? Within a few weeks i moved out. That night stained the light out of that abode for me beyond limits. 27 Leonard Avenue, Notts. It's the house to the left on the street view with the oval topped front door. Never been back.
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