Friday, February 21, 2020

The Thief That Stole My Sad Days - Moodyman



Oh. Hello there, random blog reader or possible Russian bot.

I didn’t see you there.

Welcome. Again. For the second time, to Denim On Denim.

We are back. Got the band back together after about seven years.

Things have changed. A lot. And stayed the same. We are still bringing the hits but a little older, with a some-more white hair, a little beaten down, a little jaded, but still upright.

What are we into these days? The same and not the same. More jazz probably than last time. Probably not as much house as I use to listen to.

Somethings just make sense now.

But we will cross that bridge when we need to.

Until then, Moodyman. More and more and more Moodyman. Moodyman’s been a constant for the last seven years. So much so, that the last time I was in Detroit we went to his house and we kind of got scared away by a big dude we came around the side and started walking towards us.

I think about Detroit a lot. A lot. We went to a bar in Detroit and there was a band playing that was better than 90% of bands I’ve paid money to see. Funky as shit. And then, when they took a break there was a DJ playing house music.

Detroit is a magical place.

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