Be transported into a different reality. With these floating, untethered words and music that I’ve curated or stumbled upon accidentally. They are evocative and inspire deep escapism and magical voyages into the history of the world. Enjoy! There will be more Historic Jukebox to come!
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So what exactly does Everything But The Girl’s Future of the Future remixed by Deep Dish have to do with Patrick Hamilton’s trilogy Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky? The trilogy is set in 1939 in Earl’s Court, London right before the outbreak of WWII. A bunch of deeply unhappy people slavishly pay homage to the gin gods in seedy back-alley watering holes. It’s a pitch black and menacing book. Yes – it’s all very Radiohead and emo. But trust me – it’s worth it.
Everything But The Girl (even though they are from Hull) have music that breathes and sighs with the same nocturnal joy, anonymity and freedom that London gives to its inhabitants.
This song and the trilogy speak of people who can relate to being lost in a state of reverie in a gigantic metropolis. People who are comfortable with being swallowed up by stimulating drink, company and other things at 3 am in a big city. Haven’t we all been there at some stage?
Future Of The Future – Anything But The Girl – Deep Dish Mix – Deconstruction
Patrick Hamilton, Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky
He spent over an hour in [the crowded Lyons in the Hampstead Road], smoking three cigarettes, and strangely enjoying the electric-lit, spoon-clinking liveliness of the place; and when he came out the world was transfigured by dusk. Bob identified and adored this transfiguration. All day long the Hampstead Road is a thing of sluggish grey litter and rumbling trams. But at dusk it glitters. Glitters, and gleams, and twinkles, and is phosphorescent – and the very noises of the trams are like romantic thunders from the hoofs of approaching night. In exultant spirits he strolled down towards the West End.
All this time the lounge had been slowly filling with people, and a hum of conversation had come into being all round. Outside in the tram-shaken street Hammersmith roared and swirled on its own furious and meaningless course. As meaningless and obscurely motivated as that crowd and chaos surrounding them were the relationships of these four respectively to each other: yet to the onlooker, who heard them laugh, they gave a perfect impression of unity and exclusiveness, of close friendship even, at any rate of having raised the banner of their common personality against a critical and watchful world. Many glances and stares were excited by Jenny’s prettiness and freshness, and the males were envied as if they were her possessors. So erring are the fleeting judgments made in public places.