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My
feelings on the current state of urban music clubland are well-documented
in my Blues & Soul magazine editorial
this month. I won’t launch into it again here, but the brief
gist of it is that, whilst all the dance music pundits are heralding
the apparent recent comeback of house music, on the R&B/ urban
side of things, the scene couldn’t be in a poorer state.
Against this backdrop, any night that still attracts a quality,
clued-up crowd who are happy to party to proper, meaningful tunes,
and don’t come up to the DJ box every five minutes asking
for ‘that new one by Shakira’ are
a definite breath of fresh air. And thankfully I found one when
I headed to Bristol on Friday
3rd November to play Laces at Mu
Mu’s.

'Dutty Wining at Mu Mu’s, Bristol'
The night is everything an urban music jam should
be, and the atmosphere was on fire as I DJ-ed between sets by Bristol
key player C-Sar. Ragga revivals, Dirty
South rollers, and a couple of brand new joints all got felt and
appreciated, and I left reassured that these types of nights do
still exist in the current sea of banality – even though
they’re very few and far between! Hats off to promoter Amish and
his crew for creating it.
The rest of the weekend was to have involved a Scottish
double-bill, consisting of Glasgow on
the Saturday night and Edinburgh on the
Sunday … until the Edinburgh gig sadly fell through. This
just left the Glasgow leg on Saturday 4th,
which marked my debut at The Crib.
This is a new venture from the owners of Blanket nightclub,
which was always noted for its strong urban music programme. The
owners decided to turn the club into a rock/ indie-type venue,
(now re-christened Guru,) but to save
alienating the urban crowd, opened a new spot further up Sauchiehall
Street to continue catering for R&B/ hip hop. All of
Glasgow’s top urban jocks now play there, with local legend Ray
Woods as the kingpin. I always enjoy vibing with Ray, and
we played back-to-back from 12 til 3am. The place was less heaving
than Blanket, but that’s understandable. The atmosphere was
still great, and it was reassuring to get such a great reaction
to some heavy tunes on a Saturday night. Sauchiehall Street was
heaving with revellers as we left. Right outside the club, we witnessed
an altercation between some Asian youths, resulting one getting
his windscreen smashed by a single blow of a fist; just another
Saturday night. There were also a fair few smokers getting their
desperate drag on; Scotland already has the public ban on smoking
that England’s getting in May.

'MD with Ray Woods at The Crib, Glasgow'
I only managed four hours’ sleep as
the Edinburgh cancellation had forced me to re-book my flight
home to 10am on Sunday. The temptation to sleep was strong once
I’d reached home, but having been away from Wifey all
weekend, I stayed awake and did my best to be an attentive husband.
My regular session at G’s in Bicester occurred
on Thursday 9th. I generally wind down with a vodka or two after
these, as it’s imporssible to sleep straight after getting
in. After eventually hitting the sack, I was up six hours later
and heading into London for a day and
night consisting of various activities. First off was a meeting
with Bob, Bru and co. at Blues & Soul magazine’s
offices in Paddington, which have always struck me as looking more
like a back street abortionist’s than a publisher’s,
(although the move next year to swanky new premises in Leicester
Square will put paid to that!) Afterwards, I headed back
to the in-laws’ in Northolt for
a few hours’ work on the laptop and a good feed, before going
back into town in the evening for my latest visit to Get
Down at Bar Rumba.

'Get Down crew at Bar Rumba, London'
This, in my view, has long been the best night in
London for proper, underground urban music and a wild party spirit,
and my feelings were echoed by the organisers of the Urban
Music Awards that night, who gave Get
Down the award for best club night. An understandably chuffed Sharma and
crew arrived at 1am clutching the award in one hand and a bottle
of champagne in the other, and it all went off. I played between
sets by DJ Maurice, who tore it up. All
in all a great night, and all the more impressive considering it
was right in the heart of the West End,
an area not generally renowned for its musical credibility! Also
in the house was Umar, now a nightlife
photographer, but who, along with Nic Regisford and Lionel
Mullen, produced my first promotional video in 1999. He
hasn’t seen it since then, so was impressed when I handed
him a copy of my latest DVD, which includes the vintage video as
a bonus feature.
Up on Saturday night was a return to The
River Bar in Bristol. Although
this joint lacks the buzz and vibe that you get at clubs, it’s
a good experience, as I get to play quality revivals that it
would be impossible to get away with in a club environment at
peak-time on a Saturday. Along with the 80s grooves and new jack
swing stuff that I’ve spun on previous occasions, this
time I peppered my set with a few 90s reggae and ragga revivals
for good measure.

'MD at The River Bar, Bristol'
On Tuesday 14th, I headed
off to Istanbul for a couple of days.
This marked my first visit to Turkey,
but wasn’t for a gig. I had a company interview to do for
one of the business magazines I’m occasionally called on
to write for. I flew out of Heathrow via Swiss airlines,
which involved transitting via Zurich both
ways. While this added travel time, it did enable me to get a hell
of a lot of catch-up work done on the laptop, and I still wonder
how I ever coped with life before I had one.
The recent security arrangements at UK airports
have forced me to rethink the way I pack my hand luggage. I now
carry just CDs for overseas gigs, and a wallet can be conveniently
fitted into a carry-on case to save the need to check anything
in. The complication has been the recent ban on liquids and pastes,
which has forced me to buy things like toothpaste and deodorant
when I arrive at my destination, then throw them away before coming
home – not the greatest economical arrangement. The rulings
have now been relaxed slightly, but only bottles of 100ml or less
can be taken as hand luggage. Thankfully, I have a large stash
of toiletries lifted from hotel rooms around the world in my bathroom,
and these now come in very handy!

'Istanbul'
In the Zurich Airport lounge,
I was surrounded by what was clearly a US rap crew on tour, who
stood out like a sore thumb. Sadly, I didn’t recognise them,
and I would have felt like a plum asking who they were, so I remained
in the dark!
Being the point where Europe meets Asia,
Istanbul represented a fascinating mix of cultures, evident in
the architecture more than anywhere. I took a boat cruise on the Bosphorus,
which allowed some wicked photo opportunities of mosques and palaces.
The city’s evidently got a thriving nightlife scene, too – and
not just belly dancers shaking it in the harems either.
Back home, Thursday consisted
of G’s in Bicester,
a gig which it’s very hard to think of ways to describe after
two and a half years in the spot! On Friday
17th, I made a return visit to the Sintillate night
at CC Club, right next to London’s
Leicester Square. I’d played this one in August, and
remembered being impressed that it wasn’t prone to the usual
West End tourist trap cheesy crap syndrome. I played the 1.30 to
3.30am set, and sure enough, it didn’t disappoint. I found
myself being able to play pretty much what I wanted to a fairly
receptive crowd.

'MD DJing'
I had unexpected leisure time for the rest of the
weekend. With nothing in the diary for Saturday, the missus and
I went to see ‘Casino Royale’,
surely the most hyped film of the past five years, at the big multiplex
in Harrow. Without launching into a full
review I’ll just say, as a lifelong James
Bond fan, this is very possibly the best film made since ‘From
Russia With Love’, and Daniel Craig’s performance
must be making all the doubters and sceptics that had slated him
feeling rather foolish. Absolutely incredible. We had Sunday to
ourselves too, following another cancellation, this time of Wayne
C. McDonald’s Source night at Venue in Newcastle. Wayne had
called to explain that the club manager had apparently walked out
in a dispute, and that the night had suffered as a result. It saved
me a long journey, but I’d been really looking forward to
playing the event. Ah well. That’s clubland.
G’s in Bicester on Thursday
23rd yielded the familiar sight of owner-propreitor George flitting
around taking care of business. In fact, George works 364 days
of the year, only taking Christmas Day off. With just over a
month to go, G must be getting well excited about the special
occasion!

'MD and JP at Teatro, London'
For the third Friday running, I headed into central
London the following night. Like the previous two outings, my gig
for Play at Teatro in Shaftesbury
Avenue was a strong and fulfilling one, a far cry from many
alternative experiences of playing in the capital’s tourist
trap area. Parveen came along for a night
out, and on after me was London veteran JP,
who had us jigging up to the likes of Eric Gable’s ‘Process
Of Elimination’ and Wrecks N Effect’s ‘Rump
Shaker’ before we decided we’d better hit the road
home. Most hilarious moment of the night was when JP dropped the
opening bars to Lord Tariq’s ‘Uptown
(Déjà Vu), making all the girls whoop with
delight thinking they were about to hear Shakira’s ‘Hips
Don’t Lie’. The look on their faces when the rap kicked
in instead was priceless!
I made a decision to declare The
Bridge in Oxford a Shakira-free
zone the following night. The principle applied to all other
horrible cheesy tunes people try and force me to play, too. Just
for once, I decided to have a night where I played tunes that I wanted
to hear. These were tunes that I figured the crowd would as well,
of course. I was just trying to avoid being dictated to by lowest-common-denominator
requests. You know what? It worked well, and it resulted in a
fairly satisfying night as a result.
The month ended with another G’s session on Thursday
30th, and owner George predicting ‘we‘re in
for a busy one tonight.’ Sure enough, within ten minutes
the place was rammed. George’s response was, I’ve
been in this job too long – last payday before Christmas.
Never fails.’ He was absolutely right.
… and that was November.
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