Birthdays are a time for sombre reflection. A time to assay your life, sorting out the glittery bits from the shittery bits. Yesterday was my 42nd birthday, a time for creaking memories of better times to seep out, decades circling like autumn leaves, wheezing harmonia of regret.
Fuck that! I DJed instead!
I didn't make a big deal of it before the event, in fact only my closest mates knew I'd deliberately booked DJing on my birthday evening. I didn't want cards, I wanted to play people lovely new music, to see them smile and nod their heads or play stupid air metal guitar.
And that all happened! :-D
It could *easily* have gone tits-up but it didn't. Loads of people turned out last night for the second Bzangy Groink at Bar Lisi. I got requests that made me happy (ie, not anything in the current charts), peeps came and asked me what tracks were and it was everything I could have wanted from a birthday.