Listen, I know I totally outed myself as a n00b-ass-hoser on my last Calvin Harris post. But I’d just like to remind you how brave it was of me to come forward and admit my ignorance – I wasn’t on Calvin in 2007 like you cool guys. I was hooked to the rock-electro crossover, as pioneered by Daft Punk and Justice, led by their manager and cosmic associate, Pedro Winter. There’s me w my limited edition Ed Banger sneaks I MYSPACE messaged P to get my hands on. I wrote him the following impassioned letter:
Dear Busy P,
This is Molly your #1 American fan. You said your sneakers are for people who don’t take themselves too seriously and, unfortunately, I would have to take myself awfully seriously to camp out on Vine Street with the sneaker pimps already outside of Nike waiting to buy your shoes and flip them for $800 on eBay.
I’m a fan in the purest since of the word. I don’t want to buy your shoes and keep them in the box, I want to wear them out dancing to Hard Haunted Mansion immediately. Your shoes are in great danger of being kept in cages by people who take themselves way too seriously, please help!
And Pedro Winter got me those shoes, in fact he made sure the first half went to fans who knew the secret password. The sneaker pimps were furious! I was the first person to buy a pair in LA, when I pulled them out of the box and put them on people looked at me like I was crazy. I still wear them out on occasions where dreams happen to be coming true.
As James Murphy famously called out in ‘Losing My Edge’, I was one of the hipsters converted to dance by Daft Punk. Justice was the next logical step followed by Soulwax, and that’s where my head was at in 07-08. So sorry I missed the memo on Calvin fucking Harris, who by the way was this guy back then.
I was too hooked on this shit.
That’s all I can say for myself, friends. I’ll be working day and night to get cooler, I swear it. Please don’t stop believing in me, I want us all to go one deeper together to find the Rave of our Dreams.