In the mid-eighties I was working as a DJ at a club called Barbarellas in Smith Street Collingwood. Ronny and Michael started the club as another part of their little empire. Previously they had tried a Wednesday night with GLAM but the world, apart from Paul Stewart at the Herald Sun, wasn't ready. So they gave Saturday a go. And it went through the roof. Then again by this time I was involved in the creation of the concept and coming up with the poster ideas. But they didn't cut me in so eventually I would go and start my own club a bit later. But I digress.
I had a box of fantastic 7 inch singles that I would play religiously every Saturday night. One night I turned up and put the box at the front door while I took a box of 12 inch records down to the booth. There were doormen there so I thought it would be alright. When I came back they were gone. I was gutted.
A few weeks later I did an interview on DJs in the Herald Sun. At the time Private Idaho was my big play. So the title of the interview was something along the lines of he's lost his Private Idaho but he's still rocking the decks or something like that. Actually it didn't take me long to get the records again. Though it did take a bit of cash. And some 7 inches were replaced by me just bringing in the albums. Still feel crap about that box.
One of favourite B-52 songs. One where I can actually put up with the lead singer's voice. I love the guitar, the changes and the girls vocals. Great pop song.
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