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Showing posts with label acid house. Show all posts

Graeme Park

November 2012



DURING the early 1980s I was doing exactly what I wanted. I was playing in bands in Nottingham while running the upstairs at Selectadisc.
That all changed in 1984 when Brian Selby (the founder of the iconic record shop who died in September from pancreatic cancer aged 71), said he’d bought the Ad-Lib club in the Lace Market.
It was a really seedy reggae club and people were asking him ‘why the hell have you bought that?’
He wanted to create the sort of club that he’d been to in London. He called it The Garage and said that he wanted me to DJ there.
The only DJ-ing I’d done before that was at school in Kircaldy at someone’s birthday party.
I didn’t want to do it but he insisted, saying: “I employed you for your musical knowledge and I think you’ll be great at it.”
Of course, The Garage became an important place in terms of the emergence of the whole acid house/rave culture.
Outside of London, the Hacienda in Manchester was the only other club playing this music. It was from Chicago, Detroit and New York and I was getting it through Selectadisc and playing it at The Garage.
I used to go the Hacienda because I was a massive fan of Factory Records bands who’d play there.
It’s where I met the resident DJ Mike Pickering. At the time we were the only ones outside London playing house stuff. Everyone else was playing rare groove.
In June of 1988 he went away for a few weeks and asked me to cover for him. And it was incredible; 2,000 people crammed in, going mental.
At The Garage they were really into the house stuff and it was a fantastic atmosphere but at the Hacienda I was getting a completely different response. It was brought to my attention that it was because loads of people were taking Ecstasy.
I carried on doing every Friday at The Hacienda, while doing Saturdays at The Garage and I witnessed first-hand how the acid house scene infiltrated Nottingham.
In the late 80s everyone was really dressing up. It was designer clothes from Bridlesmith Gate at places like Birdcage and Paul Smith.
In Manchester it was baggy jeans, tie-dye T-shirts, bandanas and smiley stuff.
When a few of the regulars at The Hacienda came down to see me at The Garage, people were like: “What the hell are they wearing?”
Quite quickly people in Nottingham started to dress like everyone at the Hacienda.
That was the start of the Summer of Love, the acid house and rave culture. I remember seeing this change every week in front of my eyes.
By the end of that summer The Garage was like a mini version of The Hacienda.
Then Brian opened The Fanclub in Leicester, which I was doing every Thursday, then The Leadmill in Sheffield every Wednesday.
So I had to say to Brian “I can’t work at Selectadisc any more.”
I was getting in at 3.30am and I had to open up the shop the next morning.
At Selectadisc I was getting about £120 a week but £100 a night DJ-ing.
There was a big demand for people like me, Danny Rampling, Nicky Holloway and Paul Oakenfold all over the North and Midlands.
So I had give up Selectadisc.
Then it went to whole other level in the 1990s.
Clubs now really range from people in their teens to late 40s.
When I started out DJ-ing clubs were full of people in their 20s.
Anyone who was in their 40s used to stand out like a sore thumb.
I love that mix of new and old faces now.
I do sometimes pinch myself that I’m still doing it all these years later.
This year I’ve been to Australia and I go to the Middle East a lot.
If it wasn’t for Brian I may have never become a DJ.
I found out about his death on Twitter. Ten days later I was at the funeral in Cropwell Bishop. The church was beautiful and the tributes to Brian were just incredible.
His influence on me was huge.

The triple CD set Hacienda 30 mixed by Graeme Park, Mike Pickering and Peter Hook is out now.
For more about Graeme Park, to hear his radio show and download his app, go to graemepark.com.

80s versus 90s

August 2009


HAVING been a teenager during the 80s, miserable memories of mullets and manufactured pop muddy the rose-tinted spectacles somewhat. The 90s, with Oasis, Radiohead, Pulp, Manic Street Preachers, Blur... well, surely that was a better time for pop culture?
Now I'm not so sure.
Dig beneath the surface of an era dominated by Stock, Aitken & Waterman's factory of pop puppetry (Cowell karaoke is nothing new) and there are significant subcultures.

The decade opened with the tail end of punk, New Wave. The New Romantics followed soon after. Indie came into its own around the middle of the decade, led by The Smiths, and we saw the first of the goths soon after: Sisters of Mercy, The Mission, et al.

Dance music, which still dominates club life, under the early incarnation of rave boomed in the late 80s; add to that Madchester, where indie fused with dance, The Stones Roses, Happy Mondays, Inspiral Carpets and the like.

What did the 90s give us? In comparison, very little. And it was so backward-looking.
Grunge – which came to a dramatic end with Kurt Cobain's death – owed a lot to US post-punk bands like Dinosaur Jr and Black Flag.

Britpop was sixties-inspired, but was little more than an extension of indie music, albeit with a mop-top.
This weekend's two events at Clumber Park pitch 80s pop against 90s indie.
In terms of the number of hits between them, the 80s stars – Human League, ABC, Go West, T'Pau and Belinda Carlisle – easily trump the combined success of the Lightning Seeds, Supergrass and Super Furry Animals.
They include Love Action, Open Your Heart and Don't You Want Me, Poison Arrow, The Look Of Love and All Of My Heart, We Close Our Eyes, King Of Wishful Thinking and Call Me, Heaven Is A Place On Earth and China In Your Hand.
Tonight will be more fun. Albeit cheesy fun.

But for the chin-stroking muso who can't stomach gleeful pop, there's no question that an evening with the inventive Welsh indie boys Super Furry Animals and Oxford's power punks-turned-anthemic chart-botherers Supergrass, is preferable. Particularly with a boozy singalong to Three Lions thrown in.

I know which I'd rather spend my hard-earned on.
But, decade versus decade, the 80s were better.
Maybe next summer Clumber Park will play host to The Smiths, Stone Roses, Pixies and REM versus Oasis, Blur, Radiohead and Pulp.
Some hope...