| >>djpaulette [back to postcards archive mlenu] MARCH 07 : ALL THAT SCRATCHING’S MAKING ME ITCH! Don't all shout at once, but does anybody know where i can buy a pair of kevlar mittens? If you have a pair going begging please let me know as, for some reason, I have waited until my deep adult years to contract the most annoying kid's disease of all ... chicken pox … and now cannot stop scratching! Nothing about having chicken pox is cool: not the temperature you run, not the poxy pox (which aren't poxy at all - they're enormous and impossible to hide even with hat, gloves, scarf, sunglasses AND broadsheet newspaper! The thing is, you find yourself scratching and you don't even know that you're doing it plus you devise the slyest methods for easing the tightness ranging from the light, all-over scalp squeeze to the full on, having a good itch with nails and tissues at the ready, to the tear all your clothing off and do the Balloo booga-loo routine. Apparently this is going to last for two weeks. Do you mind if I say, I can hardly contain my excitement... My sister has told me that vinegar baths are pretty effective - as choices go, i think that i would rather flay myself with a blunt potato peeler than go to my next gig stinking of vinegar - but each to their own! With this in mind, I make my apologies in advance for my dodgy pre-pubescent hormones gone mad 'look' which i have no choice but to work for the next month's parties until my face, body and skin start behaving like adults again. Rest assured that it is me, DJ Paulette and not some sad extra from Battlestar Galactica raving away behind the decks. As for clothing - it looks like there's going to be a big pants and pussy cat bows revival around these parts and pretty sharpish! Sorry I haven't written for a while - it has been in my head to do so, honestly it has but work has kept me very busy whilst life has been throwing an amazing amount of curve balls. After almost four week's to the day of his wife's departure, my father WALTER GEORGE FINLAYSON - died on February 10th following a relatively short battle with cancer. I will miss him like mad and am determined to continue to make him proud of me when he's playing dominoes and drinking ice cold Guinness with the angels. I haven't even told you what happened in Kuala Lumpur yet have I? The Hilton Hotel is amazing - it has a lovely rooftop spa with a 120 ft swimming pool (not very many lanes width ways but still), a gym and masseuses so I was in heaven. It also has some excellent restaurants (i particularly liked the Japanese IKETERU restaurant) and the breakfast buffet was always something worth waking up for no matter what I wanted to eat. I did a few interviews on the second day with Junk magazine, The Star, FHM and a few others and everything was going well. The soundcheck at the club was interesting, the decks had cheap styli which kept feeding back - this was changed, one of the CDJs jumped (admittedly my fault not theirs - since my Dada Life CD was cracked) and I was sharing a stage with an immoveable band set up, drum kit included, and this ruled out the usual Paulette danceaerobics, mind you, If I'd have known what was going to happen I wouldn't have complained about it at all. After the soundcheck we (Greg - the promoter, Ray Su (DJ) and myself) left the hotel and headed for town where we ate a lovely meal at Ristoran Nirvana Maju (they serve your meal on a banana leaf). I stuffed myself (which I know will not surprise you). I took a few pictures in the street outside the restaurant and then we headed back for the car. Next thing I know I had the sense of impact on my back as a guy on a scooter passed me shouting something. At first I thought he had hit me with his scooter and then I slowly realised (as the rock hit the floor) that he had thrown a big rock at my back from a moving Scooter in a futile attempt to steal my handbag. And then the pain. I must have been 'ouching' quite loudly as a few of the residents came out of their houses to see what had happened. One woman said it had happened to her the week before but I incidentally could not speak as I was winded and doubled over crying 'ow, ooooooowwwwoooooooooo, owwwwwwwwwwww that fucking hurts' (which is pathetic of me, i know, but life's script is never like the movies). Meanwhiile Four minute Mile Greg (new nickname) had sprinted after the Scooter Boy but lost him at the next junction. When the dust had settled we realised that the rock had cut my back quite badly in two places so it was off to the clinic for me. Bear in mind that this was the night of the party... The next two hours were spent at a surgery being examined and injected - by the time i left, Greg had paid 300 Ringits (about 70 euros) for the treatments whilst I was walking like Herman Munster and feeling like a secondhand pin cushion. Funny how it was only when i got back to the hotel that I found the information sheet about bag snatching hidden safely inside the safe. Snatch Theft (Samun) is apparently quite common out there with 30% of Adults and 70% Teenagers experiencing some form of it. Most people said that I was lucky as he could have had a knife: I think they are right and feel very lucky. Anyway, pro that I am, I still did an interview for 7 TV and played a bloody good set - although dancing was out of the question and bending to get my records gave me a new understanding of what it must be like to be geriatric. The party was select and very good - even if they all sat and watched like it was a concert for the first 45 minutes. I have been seeing an osteopath and masseur once a week, every week since I got back in order to try and shrink the ghost rock (well that’s what the trauma feels like) that I now have embedded in my muscles. Nice. There have been a couple of monster sessions at Mix - the Siel Party with Bob Sinclar was excellent and packed from the front to the back: I've never met Bob before and was surprised to find him smaller than I'd imagined - or maybe I had high heels on... Then four days later I had invited Laidback Luke as a guest at my 'One Night With Paulette' parties - and surprised him by taking my Green Velvet 'The Stalker' vinyl to him to be signed. I hammered that record and it's even more special since I begged it off Rocky (Xpress 2). Luke was very touched since it's one of his oldest remixes. he should be proud because it has travelled well and i still like it as much now as i did then. It's all about the bassline. Luke played an amazing bootleg of Lenny Kravitz's 'Are You Gonna Go My Way' which I immediately went sniffing after. Two days later he had sent me the WAV file so be prepared for more air guitar tom foolery. Speaking of air guitar - record of the month has to be Splitter - All Alone - forthcoming on Eye Industries. It's the strange love child of Martijn Ten Velden and Mark Yardley (Stanton Warriors) and it kicks ass. It has been getting great results in every club i've played it so you can expect to hear this well into the Spring. If I can stop itching for long enough to play anything! Album of the month (or should i say months since I got it in January) has to be Amy Winehouse's 'Back To Black' - it is stronger than the first album, has no cover versions and yet has a flavour of every female singing style from torch, to shoop shoop, to Motown and everything inbetween. Every track is a winner. I was really pleased to read that she won a BRIT Award this time around as she was seriously and cruelly overlooked for the first album. Congratulations Amy! Now you've got a few quid you can get some decent hair extensions done. Well - I would love to write more but I need to find
a quiet corner where I can scratch to my heart's content. See you when
the spots have gone!
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