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I'm reading Love Saves the Day by Tim Lawrence right now. It's around 400 pages of history of American Dance Music Culture from 1970-1979.

The book focuses primarily on the dance scene in New York and how clubs like The Loft got their start.

If you like to read, or have a dance music lover on your Christmas list who does, you might want to check this out.

xo

Big bpmtv fan (and dance-music fan) here. Just wanted to say hello to the bpmtv community.

I like dance music a lot, but I feel that I'm very much a newbie, so I'm hoping that some of you can educate me a bit.

My handle is "grammer," deliberately misspelled so that we remember to relax the rules now and again. :)

Hope to talk to you all soon.

xo

DJ Saint-J's Progressive Electro Blend (Technics vs HDMIX)

OK, a little progress here. Grandmother’s got the idea that she needs to start taking care of herself. Now, that doesn’t mean she isn’t going to run into problems. Although we think she has a mild stroke, I have a hard time figuring out whether it’s genuine or just plain stubbornness.

At long last, a bona fide reality check for Grandmother! This time, the social worker who visited Tuesday and Thursday laid down the law in no uncertain terms: cough up the mucus or get hospitalized in a matter of days for double pneumonia. And this time (1) the visits are fewer and farther in between, and (2) once she’s in, she goes directly to the old folks home — do not pass Go, do not collect $200.

At long last… PROGRESS! After more than a week of what appeared to be a dead end, we’re on the path to at least temporary housing (hébergement). Even better, I think Gran’maw is showing a modicum of receptivity to the idea.

Now I’m a teense confused. On the one hand, I’m led to believe that we could be looking at Alzheimer’s or dementia. On the other, it looks like nothing more than a plain simple stubborn Jewish mother. Any way you slice it, I only speak to The Inmate when necessary.

Well, Tuesday is here and it’s now official. After three weeks and myriad attempts at motivation, we’ve given up on her. Grandmother is now completely on her own — eat, don’t eat, drink, don’t drink, wash, don’t wash, smoke to her heart’s content, and who-knows-what-else. She refuses to think outside her little cigarette-littered orb.

Thursday afternoon was a perfect visual example of "when the cat’s away, the mice will play." After six days without smoking – ironically beginning the day after the weekly Weight Watchers meeting – we found ourselves all the way back at ground zero. And the worst part? It happened just prior to the long weekend, when official services were shut down. Leaves us stuck until Tuesday.

Five days without so much as a puff! Of course it also helps that we gave her the nicotine patch. And Grandmother got told: quit smoking or your lungs quit on you. I do so love reality checks sometimes.

She has a highly erratic memory. Whether from Alzheimers or whatnot, it’s almost impossible for her to recall the past five minutes.