Last Song

When I was just a young music snob coming up, before I had a fake id and could get into clubs in NYC, I would go to a little underaged club in a terrible stripmall in Brewster, NY. It was dirty, dark, and falling apart, but I wouldn't give up those memories for anything. We had some great DJ's from the local college radio station, WXCI, who played brilliant music and stayed sober while the rest of us snuck in booze and Lord only knows what else.

The last song was always something a little slower, a little louder, a little darker, and usually lasted long enought that the DJ could pack up the rest of their records before this one was finished and the lights came up, revealing the sweaty goth kids pawing at each other's clothing in the darker corners and beginning the inevitable trek to a plate of cheese-fries at any one of a dozen local diners.

Here's Liz Frazer with a great band called Felt. This is one of DJ Jeff McKay's favourites.



This one goes back to 1984, I think. It's another of Jeff's favourites (Jeff, who I still email today, was obviously a man of style and taste, who had a vast influence on my musical taste.) It's the Chameleons UK with Swamp Thing.


Back in the '90's, I used to claim, usually when I was stoned to the bajeezus, but also on occasion when I was sober, that if there is music playing in Heaven, it would sound like Liz Frazer's voice, and the rest of the Cocteau Twins music.



New music later, it's bedtime.

peace