it all began when i discovered the joys of air guitar with my trusty smash-co tennis racket at the tender age of 6. a well-meaning but ill-advised music teacher spotted my potential... then crushed it by giving me a real guitar and only showing me the chords for "rock my soul in the bosom of abraham" - hey c'mon, you'd chuck it in too if that's all you were allowed to play. anyhoo, so we'll skip forward to the 90s: a turbulent decade whose mtv-inspired generation with their 10-minute attention-span craved one thing: hard dance music. and that's when i cut my teeth on the dancefloors of camden palace, the fridge & heaven. now it's 2003 and can you believe it: any monkey with a set of dex and a bucket of vinyl can be a superstar. which partially explains how a person with limited ability but truckloads of enthusiasm & blisteringly impeccable taste in music gets to play - yeehaaa!
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