Song(s) Of The Week.

Ahh British weather. Don’t we just love it? And as for the jet stream, just how unfair is it to be stuck right in its path.  This week’s tunes(s) came about as a result of the jet stream. Driving home yesterday in the pissing down rain for a change I found the need for some escapism, something to transport me away to my happy place in my head.

That place has always been Ibiza, the White Isle. Four visits to the same island clearly say that I liked the place, the music, the beaches, the bars and the atmosphere. Cafe Del Mar, Space, Playa d’en Bossa, Pacha and El Divino to name a few great memories. So flicking through the IPod I game across Pacha Ibiza Classics, a 90 min DJ set. Press play.  

        

The last visit was in 2001 when 10 of us rented a villa and well and truly did it proper. Not much sleep. Drank a lot of water. Danced (badly in my case but thought I was ace) and returned home in need of a holiday. However, the tune that came on the Ipod that made me smile was Groovejet (If This Aint Love by Spiller featuring Sophie Ellis-Bexter which was from the 2000 holiday. Just the four of us on that trip but great all the same. The tune was all the rage and Sophie Ellis-Bexter did a PA at Renaissance at Manumission which wasn’t all that really. But, that was the tune of the year. Manumission, supposedly the greatest club wasn’t really that great either but we ticked it off the list.

The best Club was El Divino in Ibiza Town. Much smaller than the aircraft hanger sized Manumission, with a far better crowd and beautiful location and terrace overlooking the harbour. Walking down there from the bars in Ibiza Town we passed the teeny tiny looking Miss Ellis-Bexter but she didn’t seem to recognise us from the other night. Playing it cool no doubt. Now I say that El Divino was the best club I went to but it was slightly tainted by the fact that the two baldies from Right Said Fred were also there that night. No PA. NO chance. Just there. We had a little laugh with them as we left at the end when they drove past in a car saying “want a lift guys” before laughing and speeding off. Just proved they were knobs.

Now, at the beginning I did refer to tune(s). This is because I went off on a little bit of a tangent because I heard a tune on the radio today that transported me back to some early clubbing days circa '90.

    

Oh, and then something else popped in there!!!

And then I had a right old flashback to '88. 

Ahh '88. Acid house and all that. Park Hall, smiley faces and flower shirts. Another time.