Two versions of the same song: “Heartbeats” by the Knife, and a cover by Jose Gonzales. I was going to ask which was better. But in fact they complement each other perfectly. Brash synthetic wails for the dancefloor at 4am, packed with queers busily engaged in that high school thing they used to call ‘heavy petting’. Sincere acoustic noodling for contemplation in the cool of the living-room next afternoon, nursing a sore head. (Apart from the hangover, someone shoved me into a wall while we method acted Kelis’ “I Hate You So Much Right Now.” I have a bump.) Yes, it’s all class this weekend. Or, to put it another way, I’m back on the horse, and the saddle sores are a bitch.