DJs must just lie awake at night thinking about the creative endeavours of their life, wondering if the triple moat castle they built entirely out of Playdoh in Year 3 really will be the opus of their imaginative achievements.
I imagine it was during one of such sessions that a pair of DJs who operate under the alias of Goldfish managed to strike gold (fish). Harking back to the genius of their youth they gathered all instruments previously played only under direct scrutiny from aged aunts and cruel music teachers, dusted them off and merrily carried them to the nearest nightclub.
Two years and a thriving underground album later, the Smirnoff Ten stumbled upon said fish along with their merry entourage of saxophones, chimes and was I having a horrific music room flashback or was that a flute? Lordy. These boys really will stop at nothing.
Fortunately, the resplendent, beachy setting we found ourselves in went some way to assuage the pain of old primary school memories involving frosty music halls and eerie teachers covered in cat hair.
Twas a beachy night time. Balmy, sweet smelling, air feels like light blanket all over skin night time. The venue was Ignite, a trendy club kitted out with huge ‘arty’ vases and occupying the space above several summery cafes with a long, open air veranda. Said veranda is abundant with expensive looking sofas upon which the young, local populous lounge showcasing the latest in ‘beach chic.’ The DJ booth is visible from the wide sofas...or at least it would be if enough people to film a short remake of Gone With The Wind (complete with civil war scenes) weren’t busy hero-worshipping the pounding DJ booth.
Not content with just tinkering away at brass instruments, Goldfish throw in smooth vocals and gentle electro beats as well as old fashioned, wide smiled, dog with head out of car window style enthusiasm.
If my music teachers had offered even a smidgen of this heady concoction, I may have come away from school able to play more than ‘Merrily We Roll Along’ on a recorder. Goldfish should be made requisite on the national curriculum.
*Insert own joke about school, three second memories and goldfish here*
‘Yes, wipe your glasses, it’s a cello’
‘Out with the saxophone’
‘One fish and me (wearing giant piece of strange material due to extreme sunburn)’
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