The summer of '96. I was in my early 20s, just graduated, wondering what the hell I was going to do with the rest of my life. Back then the rest of my life seemed like a long, long stretch but now, as I helter-skelter towards the big 40, I have a slightly different perspective.
To fill in time until I suddenly stumbled across an idea of what this 'rest of my life' was going to look like (I was favoring the famous novelist route at that point) I was working in the Velvet Underground on London's Charing Cross Road. Stationed at the bar next to the DJ booth, I had the dubious pleasure of pouring Absolut and popping beers for the likes of Boy George and Bjork, along with a gaggle of DJs. It was a strange year.
This was the soundtrack of that summer (although not sure I could dance to it now, these days it's strictly reserved for an emergency energy boost when exercise is attempted).
To fill in time until I suddenly stumbled across an idea of what this 'rest of my life' was going to look like (I was favoring the famous novelist route at that point) I was working in the Velvet Underground on London's Charing Cross Road. Stationed at the bar next to the DJ booth, I had the dubious pleasure of pouring Absolut and popping beers for the likes of Boy George and Bjork, along with a gaggle of DJs. It was a strange year.
This was the soundtrack of that summer (although not sure I could dance to it now, these days it's strictly reserved for an emergency energy boost when exercise is attempted).
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