Oh, mighty real..!
When I was watching Jimmy Kimmel’s comeback video on YouTube a few weeks ago, I was pushed a Starbucks commercial that used a souped down version of Sylvester’s You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real) and i was peeved. Because how the fuck do they dare? I still remember when I heard that song for the first time: I was a wee gayling. Going to the clubs. Dancing until down and then going out for breakfast. So much fun. And we danced to Jay (not his real name) who had the most fantastic collection of twelve inches I have ever seen. He was an old-school DJ: he spun records. No playlists, no computers. Just two turntables and a microphone (like Beck). Rumor has he had met Frankie Knuckles. Another rumor was that he got all his music sent to him from New York (underground, of course) and that he had spun records that no one else had. All part of that nightlife mythology. We just knew that he was our friend (a friend of a friend introduced us and just like that, we were friends with him). ...
