{"id":71,"date":"2007-08-10T11:58:23","date_gmt":"2007-08-10T11:58:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jez.caudle.me.uk\/?p=71"},"modified":"2007-08-10T12:00:17","modified_gmt":"2007-08-10T12:00:17","slug":"throwing-shapes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jez.caudle.me.uk\/index.php\/throwing-shapes\/","title":{"rendered":"Throwing shapes."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Son,<\/p>\n<p>when ever your mother and I play music in the house you like to get up and have a dance, you enjoy it even more when one of us joins in.<\/p>\n<p>I was listening to some music this morning on my iPod on the way to work and got carried away with the track. I was listening to an old Euphoria album and was taken back in time to a warehouse rave. I was very close to throwing some shapes on the train (small fish, big fish, small box, big box). Luckily I got a grip before taking someone&#8217;s eye out with a flailing hand.<\/p>\n<p>This is not the first time that music has carried me away. The day before we were due to fly to Trinidad for carnival a few years ago I was getting my self in the mood with some sweet Soca on my iPod. Low Rise (by Traffik featuring Sean Caruth) came on and I put my arm out to slip it around the waist of the woman in front of me. In my own mind I was in Soca fete somewhere trying to &#8220;Teef a wine&#8221;, in reality I was on Stratford station waiting for a train into Liverpool Street on a cold February morning.<\/p>\n<p>Luckily reality returned before I was arrested. Or even worse, laughed at by the young woman for my robotic wine action. Despite your mother&#8217;s best efforts my wine only really comes into its own when I am well and truly plastered and so is everyone else.<\/p>\n<p>Unlike Denise Belfon.<\/p>\n<p><object width=\"425\" height=\"350\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/mGHiHGw0AzY\"><\/param><param name=\"wmode\" value=\"transparent\"><\/param><embed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/mGHiHGw0AzY\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" wmode=\"transparent\" width=\"425\" height=\"350\"><\/embed><\/object><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Son, when ever your mother and I play music in the house you like to get up and have a dance, you enjoy it even more when one of us joins in. I was listening to some music this morning on my iPod on the way to work and got carried away with the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-71","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-culture"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jez.caudle.me.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jez.caudle.me.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jez.caudle.me.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jez.caudle.me.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jez.caudle.me.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=71"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jez.caudle.me.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jez.caudle.me.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=71"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jez.caudle.me.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=71"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jez.caudle.me.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=71"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}