Yesterday I came across these videos that someone had linked to on Google+ (thanks Michael Donaldson), classic footage from a bygone era that evokes such strong emotions I could sometimes shed a tear.. not poetic embellishment but total truth.
I was impelled to share them again, and add some words too. It kind of stems, coincidentally, from music I played on last night’s show and the talk it provoked. I may go off on several tangeants, I’ll try not to.
The following programme is from a documentary in 1988 that was aired on the TV. Many people will remember this and the classic commentary, I was tempted to extract some of it and use it in Croatia but it’s all been done before (what hasn’t ?) I wanted to say I hope it gives insight into that era, but after watching it, I don’t think it would for a lot of people outside of London. Despite being heavily into the Acid House scene from its conception I find it hard to relate to some of the characters in this video. While there is obvious similarities in the scene and movement, what we see here seems to be a bunch of middle class youths bearing no resemblance to the scene we had in the Midlands.
Anyway… I feel myself going off course.
The whole point in sharing this documentary again is to try to get some dialogue going. I’d love you to share this blog with your network and let’s see if we can get EVERYONE to write a few lines on key elements of their lives in 1988. Whether you were 5 years old and only remember the Thundercats or you were 21 and going to your local Ritzy… share your memories of this era below.
1988 for me, is a bit of a blur. I can’t pinpoint exactly the parties I was going to, I’m assuming it would have been the Hummingbird on a Friday night. If someone can remind me of some key nights or parties, I’ll be able to fill in the gaps.
Although I wasn’t to become a DJ for many years after, I WAS there from the very beginning of the Acid House movement. I only travelled to London to buy clothes and records, not to rave, so missed out on some of those classic nights. In my photo gallery there are photos of my Prestatyn Soul Weekender passes.. I distinctly remember one year going and many people in my crew where dabbling, six months later and the curiosity had gotten the better of me.
I remember my friends who I had used to go to Soul All-dayers with starting to make jokes about me being an “acid head” and while we remained close friends they never really got their head around the movement and we drifted apart as I delved deeper into the scene.
I’m sure I have talked about it before… It seemed that one week I was going the Dome dancing to some Joyce Simms, the next week I was sitting in the seats upstairs, hypnotised by the lasers (for some reason !!!?)
I could go on and on, and probably will another time… but this is all about you.. hit me with what you were doing in 1988.
(Take a look at this page dedicated to the scene in and around Birmingham)