Pg. 88-89 “I spent hours putting that cassette together. To me, making a tape is like writing a letter-there’s a lot of erasing and rethinking and starting again, and I wanted it to be a good one because…to be honest, because I hadn’t met anyone as promising as Laura since I’d started the DJ-ing, and meeting promesing women was partly what the DJ-ing was susposed to be about. A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do. You’ve got to kick off with a corker to hold the attention (I started with “Got to Get you Off my mind” but then I realized that she might not get any further then track one, side one if I delievered what she wanted straight away, so I buried it in the middle of side two), and then you’ve got to take it up a notch, or cool it a notch, and you can’t have white music and black music together, unless the white music sounds like black music, and you can’t have two tracks by the same artist side by side, unless you’ve done the whole thing in pairs, and …..oh there are loads of rules. Anyway I worked and worked at this one, and I’ve still got a couple of early demons knocking around the flat, prototype tapes I changed my mind about when I was checking them through. And on Friday night, club night I produced it from my jacket pocket when she came over to me, and we went on from there. It was a pretty good beginning”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Entrou numa oficina onde nada é oficial. Espaço sem rotina, língua ou direcção. Recanto onde transbordam noites, encaixam dias, sobram palavras e deambulam sentidos.