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Underground System - Into The Fire (Andrés Remix)
Looking forward to closing out Love Saves The Day later. First time I played LSTD was a few years ago now - I remember the plane was quite late landing and the lady who was there to pick me up figured I was no longer coming and had just put two other Dj’s in the back of the car when I finally emerged. I tried to wangle my way back into a ride but she said she’d promised them one and didn’t wanna let anyone down so kindly offered me some cab money and dashed off. There were no taxis available for the next hour and I was quite pushed for time so hopped on the airport shuttle bus with Pev & Kowton before trying to get a car from the city centre. I queued at Bristol Temple Meads taxi rank for about 25 minutes, finally got to the front of the line and was told it was cash only and I’d have to go inside the train station to find an ATM. 35 minutes later I was finally en route to the festival but somehow we ended up on the wrong side of the M32 which I then had to cross in order to find the site entrance, mindful of the drivers advice to head towards a ‘large group of trees.’ The festival is in a park, it’s all trees. Eventually I found my way in and got rushed over to the stage where I stuck on a couple records for the remaining 25 minutes of my set. I’d just gotten a copy of Bill Loko - ‘Nen Lambo’ and was letting that play out thinking about how badly everything had gone when a gust of wind blew my jacket across the turntable and cemented it as the most unfortunate day of my professional career thus far. Floating Points was kind enough to quickly take over and as I began packing away my records I realised I’d left my laptop in the seat pocket of the plane. I’d run out of credit so began frantically looking around for some WiFi to find the airport lost property number and ended up in a backstage cabin where Mike Skinner of The Streets (pictured) was asleep on the floor. I’d finally gotten hold of the password when Big Narstie came into the dressing room, exclaimed ‘you stink of hair spray bruv!’ and asked me to leave. Defeated, I walked to a nearby garage and took a taxi back to my parents house.