1999- prince

oh my me. what do you say about 1999 in 2009? i dunno. what sort of scares me is that ive been alive long enough for 1999 to feel like a really long time away in both directions. when it came out you thought, '1999- wow, that really is the future. by then we'll all be zooming through the galaxy on microwave powered titanium electrobikes customised to look like unicorns and eating food that looks like fizz wizz, feels like fizz wizz, tastes of steak and chips and contains all the major food groups and added flouride. partying like 1999 will surely involve hoverboots, laser trousers and robot waitresses'. you know, sort of thing. now, in 2009, i listen to this song and think 'shit, 1999, thats nearly a decade, two boyfriends and a spiritual awakening ago. partying like it was 1999 would involve... red bull and UV nail varnish and sticking my head in a bass bin whilst shouting 'FUUUUUUCKING YEEEES MATE!' and making lameinoid T- for- TUNE hand gestures at every possible opportunity, preferably to something boisterous and amyl- y by the lo- fi allstars or fatboy slim'. if i think too hard about partying like 1999 i feel a bit sad and disjointed and more aware of my tinnitus issues than i would be ordinarily, so its best avoided, really.