Last week I stumbled across a rather catchy remix of Nobody’s Diary by Yazoo on my musical travels. The hook of the song was criminally missing, but as soon as the vocal kicked in I was reminded just how dear that song used to be to me. This led to a bit of a revival of Yazoo hits for me and yesterday a friend I met very recently called to inform me that he had an extra ticket to the Yazoo show at the Orpheum Theatre downtown. Coincidence? Who cares?! Cut to me ditching work early on a production day so I could see two people perform that recorded their last album in separate rooms so they didn’t have to see each other.

When you only have two albums under your belt a ninety minute concert pretty much guarantees play of your entire catalog; especially when it runs to two hours. There were several moments when I literally did not know what to do with myself. I couldn’t scream loud enough or dance hard enough to justify the experience of hearing this music performed live after twenty years of unabashed worship on dancefloors the world over. This was the ideal concert experience for me. There were no tourists. Every person there sang along and acted as though they were holding court in their private shrine at home. It was terrific.

Afterwards I visited a few fan sites and found samples of the remixes that were whipped up to commemorate this reunion tour. For your listening pleasure I clumsily assembled the clip below that features the original version of Nobody’s Diary mixed into the new Koishii & Hush Remix that finally elevates this song to the anthem status it so richly deserves. Enjoy!

I’m kidding, of course. We are DREADING pride for many reasons not limited to unbearable bad behavior let loose on the streets; the non-stop bump of dull, soulless dance music at all hours; rainbow EVERYTHING; no parking - anywhere; urban legends of finding parking somewhere; admission fees that used to be donations that have gone up nine billionty percent in the past five years; layers of trash baking in the sun (and the litter they leave behind); ten minutes in the drinks ticket line, ten minutes in the drinks line only to find out there’s nothing good to drink and bloody ever!

OK. It’s not really that bad. But if your attitude is in the shitter beforehand you can only be pleasantly surprised - right? Well, that may be stretching it a wee bit.

Johnny and I will be out on Saturday afternoon soaking up rays and grinding our teeth to the beat at the Channel 1 booth. Well, he will anyway. Until then, enjoy the new version of the Deeper Into You video that only took two years to finish.