Jo Jo Zep: Losing Game
This song is specifically posted to infiltrate and ruin dexter’s day.
By mike.
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It is a horrifically camp piece of 80s pop-jazz funk. Read those words again, Varley.
A horrifically camp piece of 80s pop jazz-funk.
And one night, likely this summer, at Sammonds’ wedding, I will watch as Dexter dances to it alone, alone in ecstasy, alone in the dark yorkshire moor of his soul, as he realises, like he did to Ned Doheny’s Get It Up For Love as the dawn broke over a Leyton skyline, in 2009, that he actually adores it. Loves it.
Even if this time the kids are there with us and we have to behave ourselves quite a lot, he will love this tune. Mark my words.
I realise I am ploughing quite the loneliest furrow of my life with this tune, and this assertion. But I make it.
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Ruin my day?! Strewth! I’ve heard worse.
It’s gonna take a whole lot more than a couple of bags of methadrone, a few eckies and a bottle of Jack Daniels to get me up and dancin” to this nonsense.
Bring it on ya pooftah.
Fight, fight, fight…! phx
