Just A Little Bit

There are those magical times when a song that you know that you have heard and loved before comes booming out of a P.A and an evening of fun becomes one of pure joy. Maybe you remembered it from a past life, maybe just in some long ago mish mash of an evening out, or even a dusty old mix-tape that the girl who got away made for you back when life was so much simpler. Whatever the case, your unconscious is screaming out to you that this tune is ringing a melodious bell in your grey cells, and as the smoother than brushed velvet intro segues into the first verse you begin to realise what is going down. You're already nodding your head of course, and beginning to pull that scrunched up face depicting some serious trainspotter mathematics going on behind the visage, that face that says, this tune is good ... Hang on, I think I know this tune ... Wait this is that tune again ... Jesus I've got to discover who it is this time ... Who knows when I'll hear it again!!

By now you're doing the greasy shoe shuffle, and are, as some might say, lost in music, let alone caught in a trap, feeling the groove like a raw stylus. The chorus comes in, you're now officially what doctors might term "in raptures" as you eye the DJ hungrily, for his is the knowledge you seek to attain. As you get closer, almost close enough to reach out and touch, it hits you. Blam! It's Slave's "Just a Touch of Love". Of course it is. How could it not be, with the relentless "just a little bit" refrain, and the marvel that is Floyd Miller's vocal. You spin around, the scrunched face relaxes, and the beat goes on.