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2007 has been the year of the high-profile comeback:


  • David Beckham back in the England team. He set up a goal!
  • Harry Enfield back on BBC1. Tripe!
  • Die Hard 4.0. A middle-aged man in a vest!
  • Happy Mondays release first new album in 15 years. Indescribably awful, if
    the radio advert is anything to go by!
  • Rocky Balboa. Or was that last year?
And...

LONDON LOVES IS BACK: AUGUST 11 AT THE ALBANY!

Seven months we've been away. Many wrote us off. They said we were past it, old news, yesterday's men, has-beens, never weres, drop-outs, negligible, and idiots. They said that never again would we be able to decide within two minutes what would sound good following Mansize Rooster by Supergrass. They said we wouldn't be able to press Play on CD players anymore.

We began to doubt ourselves. They were right: we didn't have it in us. We were crazy to have thought London Loves could rock again. Gradually we slipped into a murky world of drink, drugs and horrific sexual practices. That was it. Game over.

Then it happened. As we propped up a sleazy bar in Tooting, our brains full of whisky and our hearts full of despair, we heard a tiny little voice. "Excuse me - cough cough - you're the London - cough cough - Loves crew, aren't you? Cough cough." It was a tiny little indie-orphan boy, with a Gallagher-style mop-top, a Bluetones t-shirt down to his knees and eyes that had seen far more than his 10 years should have allowed. "Can I - cough cough - have your autographs, please?" he spluttered, holding out a scrap of paper in his tiny, deformed hand.

It was a flyer from our first ever night at Push in 2004. This little urchin had been drawn, Pied-Piper-style, to Push by the sounds of Graham Coxon records, and conversations about cricket in the doorway. Devotedly he had hidden under the Push blackboard every London Loves night, straining to hear the indie, soul and rock and roll that he was too young to be close to. Our biggest fan, and we never knew.

We signed the flyer and sent him back out to the rain-soaked streets with our best wishes.

"You know," said one of us, "if that disgusting orphan still believes in us, maybe we should do another night. We can still pull it off!" Immediately, we started high-fiving and shouting "WOOOH, YEAH" at the tops of our voices. This was the signal we'd been waiting for. Our people needed us. London Loves would love again!

It's taken weeks of intensive training to get back into shape. Four hours a day of sprints, bench presses and pressing Play on CD players. But we're nearly there. All that remains is for you to turn up. Do come along. It would be super to see you all again.

We've got a new home downstairs at the Albany in Great Portland Street, which seems very lovely indeed.

The London Loves DJs

PS There's a London Loves group on Facebook, so if you're that way inclined, seek it out.

posted Friday, August 10, 2007 | 0 comments | links