I wrote review of Rolling Thunder, a crazy movie you can watch on Netflix if you like disgusting-yet-oddly-satisfying revenge flicks with questionable moral lessons.
And I got a ton of stuff on eBay, in case you might have forgotten.
Trying to get some money together for something big, if you were wondering why I was unloading so much stuff. That, and I came upon the realization that there’s too much stupid shit in my house, and I got to make room for the good shit, like my Japanese import copy of Styx’s Kilroy Was Here.
Y’know, the real gangsta shit.
As for what the “something big” is, you’ll just have to wait and find out.
Linda Imperial & Patrick Cowley
Diehard Lover
Diehard Lover (Instrumental)
More rare Cowley classics. Linda Imperial is no Sylvester, but she has a hell of a voice. Found these from a random 12″ single I bought in a budget bin.
Sylk 130
Last Night a DJ Saved My Life (Last Night The S-Man Saved The Mix)
Last Night A DJ Saved My Life (DJ Saves The Dub)
Last Night a DJ Saved My Life (Prophecy Mix with Rap)
Last Night a DJ Saved My Life (Prophecy Mix Instrumental)
Last Night a DJ Saved My Life (Prophecy Mix)
Last Night a DJ Saved My Life (Prophecy Mix A Cappella)
Sylk 130 is apparently someone named King Britt, whose real life actual name is…wow, it’s King Britt. Damn, his parents sure felt highly of him.
Anyways, I know little about King Britt. Apparently he’s released a ton of stuff, served as a producer on a ton more stuff, and remixed tons and tons of stuff. I didn’t buy these two separate 12″ singles of this song because of him, I bought them because “Last Night a DJ Saved My Life” is one of the ultimate late-era disco club bangers of all time, regardless of who’s performing it. We need more songs about DJs. There’s this, that weird David Bowie song and…”Request Line” by The Black Eyed Peas, and that’s it? Well, at least all of them are fucking fantastic.
Yes, that Black Eyed Peas song is fucking fantastic. I will not hear anyone say otherwise. The Black Eyed Peas used to be good, and don’t forget it.
Well, maybe forget it, it’s just easier that way.