Break My Stride

03.12.05

I am in flu hell once again (twice in one month!) and to add to my pain, I have to drink two cups a day of brown sludge made up of ingredients like seaweed sargassum, prunella spike, and figwort. No words can do its disgusting taste justice, but I have full faith in Chinese medicine. My dad's Spanish teacher, who has hepatitis C went to see my doctor and after a few weeks of drinking "the tea" (as it's so gently called) she saw a 40% increase in white blood cells. I think her Western doctors were amazed.

I gotta get better fast cos I'm leaving for SXSW this Thursday, and then three days after I get back I've got a DJ gig in France.

The only thing facilitating my recovery (well, aside from the nasty teas) is my love for the man above- no, not God- the man in the photo above- Matthew Strider (oops, I mean Matthew Wilder). And it's not his shapely tash that caught my eye, but his Prozac-laced '80s hit "Don't Break My Stride," which I re-discovered last weekend at a bar on 105th street. The fabulous DJ also treated us to forgotten favorites like De Barge's "Rhythm Of The Night" and Nu Shooz' "I Can't Wait."

For those who forgot the genius of "Break My Stride," here it is in full stereo (not that there was ever a mono version).

Break My Stride

Sheila

Posted by Sheila at 06:42 PM