I know what you’re thinking. Months of absence and I manage to come back with a post about Robyn. Although maybe, just maybe, you missed the Robyn reference in the title and the above image?
Unlikely.
So yes, months without so much as a bleep (blog peep) and I return (triumphantly?) with a Robyn-related post. Sometimes when in need of inspiration one needs not turn to the new and exciting but the familiar and (frankly) fantastic. I turn to Robyn.
On this instance I spent the evening reliving the brilliance that is Robyn’s back catalog. If the Spice Girls were the soundtrack of my teens, Robyn was the soundtrack of my mid to late twenties. There are some songs that become amazing because they appear at a moment in your life when they perfectly capture your experience. For me, then there’s Robyn. Her back catalogue is like a tapestry of my own experience. I find it hard to express in writing just how important With Every Heartbeat was to me at a very low point in my life but thisevening I was thinking of a high (or I suppose low, depending on your outlook) moment that was my 30th birthday.
A brilliant night at Numbers was drawing to a close and the ever-accomodating DJ put on Call Your girlfriend to shut it down for the evening. I had literally been 30 for a little over two hours and as Robyn reached her transcendent climax in Call Your Girlfriend I hopped to the ground, mimicking (gracefully) the floor humping motion featured at [1:26] in the video. Just as I myself was really hitting my stride what did the DJ do but cut the music and turn up the house lights leaving me mid-hump on the floor.
This how I started my thirties.
