Sunday, 15 November 2009
4. Move Your Feet, Junior Senior (2003)
Everyone forgets how huge this song was in 2003. Well, everyone apart from my friend Stuart Evers, perhaps. When I think of it now, I think back to the house parties we had over that sweltering summer, every beer-soggy carpet being pummelled by the thuds and twists of trainer soles, and Stuart's poor face crumpling as he looked at us. It would do so with sadness or horror, depending on the depth of his resilience, and how much booze he'd had for tea.
Six years on, the song sounds very distant to me – a rag-bag of novelty bells and whistles, all clanging and clunking – but it also brings back happy memories of Lucy, Dave and Neil C pogoing around Cowper Road, and me sitting on a sofa with my then-boyfriend Barry, drinking cheap wine, laughing at the dancing toast in the pixellated video on lazy Saturday mornings. So it still makes me smile, and – with apologies to Stuart – it still makes my feet twitch.