Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Don't eat the Apricots

I can't quite remember how I first met Cedric, whether it was at the Loft or at Plastics. Whatever. I remember fondly those parties at the Ozepes gallery behind Waterloo with sweat literally dripping onto the records causing interruptions to play. Gerry Rooney playing Abba, Mark Seven playing Marta Acuna, Steve sleeping in the car while the party raged on below. Deep Church NYE. Apricots. Ade frying my tiny mind with DMZ001 and Jazz, beautiful jazz. Essex Road house parties. Mancuso. Andy running from a girl on the BATB dancefloor. Jeremy taking it Hi-NRG. Jorge Ben. Cedric lives it man, proper. Get educated, get involved:


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