THIS FRIDAY

wired women featuring, um ME djing for the lovely lektro ladies!,
originally uploaded by small town flirt.

do join us at the long-awaited return of Wired Women! what DID you do without it...

summer is over and all we are is apart. the nights are so cold now without you in my heart

i watched magic tv's 20 steps to madonna (i know that doesn't make sense) chez laura, with the lovely net, sof, liz and hannah among the esteemed dinner guests. conversation inevitably turned to a-level results day, as anet and i recalled a magnificent, if somewhat intimate evening in 1999 that serves as a kind of mini-prophecy of our future selves...

i got a new pink pod machine last week and haven't had much time to update the darned thing. however, although this means that i've only got about 20 songs on the wee fellow (it's the size of a lipstick - or a lighter! cuuute), they're all really corny and fabulous and make me wanna do bad indie dancing on the tube.

these are my hott ones:

mariah carey - always be my baby
peter, bjorn & john - young folks
le tigre - l'eau de bedroom dancing
similou - all this love
we are scientists - this scene is dead
long blondes - weekend without make-up
texas - halo
razorlight - in the morning

ok, so in between these i'm listening to tigarah (as recommened by annabel) and spank rock. a sublime contrast...

TIME OUT SHOWS SOME RESPECT HELL YEAH

TIME OUT SHOWS SOME RESPECT HELL YEAH,
originally uploaded by small town flirt.

WOO
it's about bloody time.
it took madonna to get lovelife into time out again, but who cares? it's in there!
i can't wait till monday - should be such a treat!

DO DIRT 14TH SEPTEMBER

NEW DO DIRT FLYER!,
originally uploaded by small town flirt.

more delicious popaction from do dirt crew at ditch bar next month!
flyer gorgeousness mmmmmm!!

STRIKE A POSE

Miss B

my feet are filthy. my hair is dried and dyed into sunburnt wisps. in my notebook the words 'german electro conveyorbelt' are scrawled in lopsided biro: it was that kind of weekend.
we might have sweltered in tent-saunas, dying for more than 3 hours sleep to recover our danced-out legs and banging-ed-out minds before the sun rose higher than ever in the clear azul sky, but you kind of learn to get by on cerveza y musica after the first night.
benicassim is the ultimate indie-rock festival: everybody here loves those shouty/melodic bands and couldn't give a flick of their trendy hair whether it's 'cool' or not. we might have sweated the vodka out of our bodies, but somehow it's all so refreshing - dancing in the sizzling sunrise to an indie dj who follows bloc party ('is this mansun??') with the stone roses with arctic monkeys requires a suspension of any sneering london pretentions you might still be harbouring.
that's right - indie discos that play out every day until 8am, the mythical litre cups of beer, 40 degree heat, minimal house, perched on the white podium steps while cold damp air blasts from fans in four directions...
my best benicassim bits:
1. ellen & apparat play a mesmerising set which melds the highlights of their respective ouevres with their unstoppable collaborative album. my favourite moment arrives as apparat squeezes ellen's shoulders, strokes her back and lifts her silky hair up to cool her immaculate skin. it was so romantic - if only they'd just forget the bleeps and admit they're in love, right? moving on...
2. codec & flexor - the most surprising appearence of the weekend, as the club tent explodes in a burst of crazed electrohouse energy. we forget that they aren't 'a band' - get back behind the machines! what do you think you're doing!? inspiration for all laptop-based acts to get (a)live.
3. depeche mode - sigh. try not to shed a beery tear as approximately 100,000 people enjoy the silence.
4. oh dear god i fancy jake shears. he's so lithe and limbering and such a sharp wit... 'hello, hello, hello, is there anybody in there? just nod if you can hear me...is there naybody home?' ok, ana matronic is the real star here, but i ain't lookin at her right now.
5. sylvie marks. she knows what playing to an empty room (tent) feels like.
6. michael mayer & the minimalist corps.

under my desk i hide the secrets in my sandals, rusted with the dried earth of the sun-scorched campsite... i wonder if my feet will ever be clean again

i'm keeping all your books too

let me be your fantasy.

Dear Sir,
I hereby give one month's notice. Thank you for your help and assistance over the last three years, but I now feel completely undermined and isolated by the company.
Kisses x A-M

let's get dirt-y playlist

madonna hung up
gossip listen up mx something...remix
kate wax pleasure zone
britney crazy (stop rmx)
miss kittin requiem for a hit
simian mobile disco hustler
lil kim how many licks
uffie ready to uff
sharon philips i want more (trentmoller remix)
peaches do ya
inner city good life
madonna music
cansei de ser sexy music is my hot sex

...and more i cant remember right now because this is a really short list...

a fabulous, long-overdue dj debut (!) from poptext abby, love for luscious lex, and 'when's the next one?' to joey muck, the night's main man...

pamflet rides again!

little update...

RAVVVE: digitalism's jupiter room is finally out tomorrow

READ: pamflet IV is launched on tuesday - it's the indie nostalgia issue

BOYZ: phoebe and i wrote about porn in g2 on friday

HAHA: the beyonce's 'ass' skit on dead ringers tonight was brilliant. i love dead ringers