I got a funny story today. When I was about 14-years-old I was just starting to get some money in my pockets and to buy records. One of the first records I bought was something like cosmic loop, or cosmic baby, or orange loop babies, or cosmic orange loop babies, or something which escapes me at the time but I will remember eventually. All I know is that it was sort of a minimal trance-ish track and I wasn’t really that into it but it was something. It sat in a crate until an older friend of mine discovered I had it maybe  a year later and it just so happened that he really wanted it. I think he was trying to collect everything on that label or something and so he offered a trade. I didn’t really care about the record so I was willing and I thought I might be able to score down with a trade for something I did like. The problem was, I was new to all this shit and didn’t know what to call what I wanted. I knew what I liked and didn’t like but I didn’t know the difference between trance, and house, and acid, and minimal, or any of those stupid genre sub genres were. So when it came time to trade, I just said I wanted something “hardcore”, because really what I wanted was something up tempo and BANGIN’. So he pulled out a bunch of shit he thought was hardcore and was playing them for me. In reality I remember everything he put on being sort of industrial, which was not at all what I wanted. So I’m sitting in this guys apartment and he’s putting on record after record and there are several people in the room trying to help out and all I can say is I want something “hardcore”. shit was not working out. Mind you, all I want is something sort-of-cool, becasue the record I was trading wasn’t anything to me. Eventually, I just figure he doesn’t have anything I want and trade for something equally shitty becasue at least one of us is getting something they want, and I’d rather someone was happy even if its not me, besides, he was a friend. Maybe about 6 months later my brother gives me a tape of a bootlegged set by Terry Mullan and I go “holy shit…this is hardcore” … thats what I wanted but what is it? Fucking House music. Lets be fair though, NOT ALL HOUSE IS CREATED EQUAL. Some of that shit is so boring I hate to even call it house. But sometimes it’s bangin’. Some people know the difference. For some reason, the French know the difference.

Dryhump: Louis La Roche – Do You Remember (download)

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goodstory right…