March
15
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Je me Rappelle…
As she awakes from her acoma, she is asked what she can remember and she suddenly starts recalling lyrics from her favourite song….
I remember house when house was more then just a name to package this sound, this groove, this emotion.
I remember house when it was just one house.
I remember house when house had artists, songwriters and personalities.
I remember house when you didn’t have to be a DJ just to be into house.
I remember house when house was broke.
I remember house when house was done in the house.
I remember house when it WAS a spiritual thing…
It WAS a spiritual thing, It Was a spirtual thing…
I remember house before it was techno.
I remember house before it had an afro.
I remember house before it was deep.
I remember house before it was hard.
I remember house when house had tempo.
I remember house before MPC-16’s.
I remember house before house had roots.
I remember house before the whole world knew.
I remember house before it was called house.
I remember house when house respected house.
I remember house when house grew on the roots of house.
I remember house when house was soulmusic and R’n’B,
before house was disco.
I remember house before the superclubs.
I remember house when people knew the lyrics of house.
I remember house before record labels sold the house.
I remember house when house was about love…
She then pauses…
‘Does anyone remember my name?”
“Yes”, someone shouts, “It’s House!’
She looks at herself and becomes….sad….
‘How did I get this way? I don’t remember…’
Silence falls.
Thought Puddles 
By the by, anyone who is interested in finding the original song this short story is based off can do it here. I had the best remix for it on a mix cd but i can’t find it on youtube (typically but it played the lyrics over patrice rushen’s number one, which i will also add). anywho, have a look
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