Today’s SOTD continues with the dance party/house theme of late and it’ll drop kick your Friday right into the weekend. Here’s For Your Love, the Todd Terje edit (seems I’m a fan).
I’m signing off for the long weekend, folks. Back next week.
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Apparently I’m on a bit of a house kick these days. Here’s another one (a Mylo vs. Miami Sound Machine mashup) with a satisfying run-time.
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A little deep house Dolly for your Wednesday? I think so. Todd Terje works his magic once again, folks.
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Big Bill Broonzy? About bloody time.
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SOTD comes complete with an awesome VOTD. Here’s one of the all-time favourites: Jax Jones and House Work.
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Oh, LaVern. You’ve been missed. Here she is with Voodoo Voodoo for your Sunday. A perfect day for a little voodoo if I do say so myself.
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October is coming on strong. Here’s Flume and Chet Faker with This Song is Not About A Girl.
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Here’s Phantogram with Mister Impossible for your Friday SOTD.
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Good song on you, SOTD. Here’s Electric Guest with Oh Devil.
Sobriety Song of the Day (and programming note!)
The music will go on, just not here.
Yeah, it’s that time. My domain registry and blog renewal are coming up. As of November 24th, this blog will expire.
One song at a time has been working well for me. On a personal note, I am now 1 year and 9 months clean and sober (as of yesterday). When this kind of sobriety mileage is achieved, it gets to be old hat. You start taking it for granted. It’s one thing to be sober for a few months. It’s one thing to be sober on and off. That’s little league sobriety. Big league sobriety is over a year. It’s being able to say years, plural. It’s doing the work continually, one day at a time. It’s not giving in or giving up or letting the “oh screw its” trip you up. It’s staring the roots of addiction in the face and doing the necessary work to figure out where they stemmed from and dismantling them, root by root.
I’m proud of how far I’ve come. I’m proud of where I will be in another year. Because I know there is no going back. Those dark, nightmarish years are in my past now. When one can say it’s been more than a year, there is peace in that.
Every day, no matter what else may be going on, I feel some of that peace.
With gratitude (and musical interlude),
C-Loo
