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WholeLottaRosie

Hey everybody, take a look at me. I've got street credibility.

About Me

Hello. I am WholeLottaRosie.
I DJ around town (you can see me in residence at Rikitik in Bond Street playing grubby electro-house) and I am one of the founding members of the lady group WE ARE SNAZZY . We are an evangelical organisation dedicated to promoting 80s Goth classics through the medium of acid-electro. JOIN US HERE
YOU CAN BOOK ME TO DJ IF YOU LIKE, I'M EVER SO GOOD AND AT LEAST £1500 CHEAPER THAN ANYONE IN THE LIST OPPOSITE. SEND ME A MESSAGE
I was born in Devon where I was nearly struck by lightning as I exchanged my first kiss with my childhood sweetheart on Wembury beach. We married after he knocked me up in the back of his Capri, but I was unfulfilled and heartbroken after a miscarriage.
I left him and moved to the big city of Brighton where I was heralded as 'the next big thing' in DJ and music production circles. I was the toast of the town, my life an endless round of social events documented in the media. My famous new go-getter boyfriend smuggled me blindfolded into Argos in the dead of night to propose to me- I was allowed to choose any ring I wanted from the Lizzie Duke catalogue. However before we could marry I had to return to Wembury to divorce my husband, a redneck who dreamt of winning me back by producing his own range of art pottery. He refused to divorce me but once I had spent a few days with him I realised that my dreams of DJing and production were shallow, and happiness lay in the homely pleasures of the Odd Wheel pub and the Wembury carnival.
My city fiance came after me but called off the engagement when he discovered that I was not the daughter of a wealthy landowner, as I had told him. At last I was free to return to my roots and find true happiness with my husband and his pottery. My life story was the inspiration for a film - click here to find out more. Since then I have returned to the bright lights of Brighton where once again my star is in the ascendant.

My Interests

clothes and records and dancing.
Don't buy it, make it yourself.

I'd like to meet:

shaky.
you, if your legs are fierce clicky

Music:

is good, there is lots of it in my flat.
Proper dirty electro, the type that isn't on a Ministry of Sound compilation that they play in the gym with the song that goes 'Electro. It's the future". No it's not. Do you not remember the 80s?
Rex The Dog and all his smashing remixes.
Disgoth, one day there'll be a Disgoth Ministry Of Sound compilation and We Are Snazzy will feature prominently.
We Are Snazzy.
Husky Rescue and their amazing drum fills.
The Knife (but not that dodgy pitchshifted vocal thing they keep doing)
Simian Mobile Disco and Giogio Moroder.
The 80s stylings of Fred Falke and Alan Braxe.
Justice, Vitalic, dirty acid and crunchy noises.
Smutty lyrics.
Ignition record sleeves.
Yes sir, I can hardcore.
Cut Copy and Kim and Modular in general.
Obviously Tiga, DFA, Soulwax/2ManyDJs, LCD and Felix.
Morrissey's dad jokes and the Smiths
Lovely Erlend Oye.
Kylie, especially when she makes sex noises cos she's being fingered by Casey Spooner.
Most of 1970s New York (except the Ramones, they suck).
Kool Keith and Joni Mitchell.
MSTRKRFT and Kraftwerk.
Joan Baez and Falco
The Sisters of Mercy and Wham!
Mazzy Starr, Jamie Starr and Singstar.

Movies:

80s high skool trash, Pretty in Pink, Ferris Bueller, Some Kind of Wonderful and all John Hughes except for dreadful comedy sidekick in Sixteen Candles.
council estate misery, Sixteen, Ladybird,Ladybird, Nil By Mouth, Meantime, Trainspotting and anything with an unhappy ending.
Absolutely NO dream sequences or films about tripping. Who wants to listen to/watch your dreams? Not me. Except for Science of Sleep which is the exception to the rule as it involves felt typewriters and button-eyed ponies.
josh hartnett with his shirt off (though not 40 days 40 nights)
Dirty Dancing and Grease and The Slipper and the Rose, and other Sunday afternoon comedown rubbish
Romper Stomper (when Russell Crowe was still hot, if a little right wing)
Almost forgot to mention Top Gun.

Television:

is really shit. The only good time for telly is when you've been out the night before and you have no brain.
The first few series of Bad Girls were good though.
So is Peepshow.
First series of Kids from Fame DVD. Astounding. Leroy was so gay and we never suspected a thing

Books:

depressing childhood memoirs. Irish, sexually abused by nuns and locked in the attic by a stepfather with Munchausen by proxy syndrome before spiralling into drug addiction, prostitution and a 1950s asylum. don't bother reading the last three chapters where they join a 12 step programme and ultimately find redemption. Who cares. Best examples of my love for vicarious despair are:- Will there really be a morning-(apparently not really) by Frances Farmer, H -by Christine F. Bridge across my sorrows (battle through the worthy Ho Chi Minh City bit for the most miserable life ever)-by Christina Noble, The little prisoner- by Jane Elliott
Unhappy endings, and therefore Hans Christian Anderson fairy tales. Disney lied to us, The Little Mermaid turned into foam on the waves cos the prince married someone else.
biographies, especially music related.

Heroes:

miniature, and all other fun-size chocolate

My Blog

I'VE RELEASED A RECORD!

Hello. You can now buy the We Are Snazzy version of 'Terror Couple Killed Colonel' from iTunes (go to the UK/Europe store). It's got a lovely sleeve courtesy of Matt Barker at Artwerk. The album's ne...
Posted by WholeLottaRosie on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 04:20:00 PST