Double Mitsubishi
You will likely know that I’m currently working on The Dark Nineties: Falling out of Love with Hip Hop, the final book in the Headz trilogy, with a target publication date of early summer 2025. Paying SubStack subcribers will recieve a physical copy as part of their subscription at no additional cost (it will retail at £14.00). The Dark Nineties contains 30 chapters (3 chapters on each year) - so slightly more dynamic in structure to the previous books, and this week’s article presents for you a (short) chapter from 1998. as before, the book will be heavily endnoted with great detail (but this post excludes these).
In other news, HEADZ-zINe 2.3 is in the making, and due for publication 1st December, with the hope that paying SubStack subcribers will recieve their physical copy in time for Christmas.
Now, onto the chapter, ‘Double Mitsubishi’ …
I was hovering by the metallic column. The Moon Man was shuffling along the queue, a queue which was uncanny considering we were in a dense club filled with thick smoke and the weight of drum ‘n’ bass.
The queues were four abreast. At the head of each queue was a small, green felt-topped folding poker table, with a single dealer perched on a wooden folding chair, the style of seating found stacked in corners of secondary school halls only used for end of term plays and prizegiving ceremonies.
I had no clue who was spinning, but it wasn’t Bukem yet, I was sure of that. I glanced again at The Moon Man. He had gained territory, at least a foot, maybe fifteen inches. These markers were significant in such situations; just knowing progress had been made was enough to suppress the impatience. Five people in front of him. The rum and cokes were wearing off and I couldn’t be sober in here. Come on Moon Man, for fuck’s sake, crack on. Four people.