Why Do You Go Out

[Guest Bearsy]

Why do you go out to a night/nighter to enjoy your hard earned cash

me i go purely for the music first

then maybe a dance and a good old catch up with friends

anyone go just to dance, to socialise or just for the atmosphere of a venue ???

Bearsy

[Guest Matt Male]

Why do you go out to a night/nighter to enjoy your hard earned cash

me i go purely for the music first

then maybe a dance and a good old catch up with friends

anyone go just to dance, to socialise or just for the atmosphere of a venue ???

Bearsy

All of the above, plus i go out to hear soul music played through a big system in a big room. It just sounds amazing. That's why i can never understand people who prefer to stay at home and listen to it.

[mischief]

I go out so I don't have to watch chcick flicks with Emma on a Saturday night....

[Stubbsy]

Why do you go out to a night/nighter to enjoy your hard earned cash

me i go purely for the music first

then maybe a dance and a good old catch up with friends

anyone go just to dance, to socialise or just for the atmosphere of a venue ???

Bearsy

1. Music

2. Socialise

3. Dance

See you at Cleethorpes for a bit of number 2! - Oh forgot, you're sharing with Taffy & Wendy so you'll be seeing plenty of number 2

Edited June 5, 2009 by Stubbsy

[ImberBoy]

First answer because it's a great night out with friends and the chance to hear some new soul music.

The second answer is my philosophical answer.

47 years old and semi retired with knees that creek when I walk down stairs. I could take the easy option and go to my local pub or watch other people's lives on TV or I can get off my big fat ex Army arse and taste some life that tastes a lot like my youth.

My allnighters start as we are leaving an allnighter, the talk is always of when and where we are going next, its very infectious and quite exiting to have a group of friends with similar tastes.

Next up is mid week when most are hitting the doldrums; I am on the phone to Derek planning our next outing. We go through the lists of what's on and I check with my wife to see if it's a green light or not. We look to see who is playing then we decide on a venue and ring around Sheila, Paul and Julie to see what plans are being made.

Derek usually drives down from Middlesbrough to my house near Barnsley and hands me the car keys, he's had enough of driving by now so I get behind the wheel. We drive over to collect Sheila who is always immaculately dressed and usually armed with a new CD for us all to sample in the car then its over to Paul and Julie.

There are five of us traveling as part of The South Yorkshire Soul Searchers, all very different people with different backgrounds and jobs but tonight we are a family who feel totally relaxed in each others company.

From the first hand shake and the slam of the car door the music starts and our time machine kicks in. I may be a dumpy over weight middle aged man who yarps on and on about the Army but tonight I feel as if I am leaving my mum and dads house to do some thing naughty, to be part of the night time world, to become a "Night Owl" .... Again.

The journey to the nighter is just a mile after mile giggle with the only person talking sense is the sat nav, allegedly. Our conversations are never too deep, we are not trying to intellectually dissect any political process and we all seam to avoid any controversy out of mutual respect and politeness. We try to remember lyrics from records and try to identify some of the music that made up our youth and defined part of us.

After finding the venue we park up and walk over to the mass that has usually congregated outside, not to queue to get in but to shoot the breeze and welcome old and new friends. Once inside we tend to bomb burst and do our own thing not needing to be joined at the hip.

Dance, in my mind I am 17 again tearing the floor apart and feeling alive. Every now and again I catch a glimpse of my reflection, its not me tonight, I don't know that little chubby bloke in the daft shorts, I wish he'd go because tonight is mine and for these next few hours I am diving deep into the warm sea of soul music allowing every wave to crash over me.

Soon its time for the last record, my legs are in tatters and I feel the cramp reminding me of who I really am but I don't care. Hugs n stuff to mates and we walk, or limp, towards the doors and towards the car that will both take us back to reality and that will also take us back to our special place in a week or two.

I suppose that's why I go out.

[Guest Bearsy]

First answer because it's a great night out with friends and the chance to hear some new soul music.

The second answer is my philosophical answer.

47 years old and semi retired with knees that creek when I walk down stairs. I could take the easy option and go to my local pub or watch other people's lives on TV or I can get off my big fat ex Army arse and taste some life that tastes a lot like my youth.

My allnighters start as we are leaving an allnighter, the talk is always of when and where we are going next, its very infectious and quite exiting to have a group of friends with similar tastes.

Next up is mid week when most are hitting the doldrums; I am on the phone to Derek planning our next outing. We go through the lists of what's on and I check with my wife to see if it's a green light or not. We look to see who is playing then we decide on a venue and ring around Sheila, Paul and Julie to see what plans are being made.

Derek usually drives down from Middlesbrough to my house near Barnsley and hands me the car keys, he's had enough of driving by now so I get behind the wheel. We drive over to collect Sheila who is always immaculately dressed and usually armed with a new CD for us all to sample in the car then its over to Paul and Julie.

There are five of us traveling as part of The South Yorkshire Soul Searchers, all very different people with different backgrounds and jobs but tonight we are a family who feel totally relaxed in each others company.

From the first hand shake and the slam of the car door the music starts and our time machine kicks in. I may be a dumpy over weight middle aged man who yarps on and on about the Army but tonight I feel as if I am leaving my mum and dads house to do some thing naughty, to be part of the night time world, to become a "Night Owl" .... Again.

The journey to the nighter is just a mile after mile giggle with the only person talking sense is the sat nav, allegedly. Our conversations are never too deep, we are not trying to intellectually dissect any political process and we all seam to avoid any controversy out of mutual respect and politeness. We try to remember lyrics from records and try to identify some of the music that made up our youth and defined part of us.

After finding the venue we park up and walk over to the mass that has usually congregated outside, not to queue to get in but to shoot the breeze and welcome old and new friends. Once inside we tend to bomb burst and do our own thing not needing to be joined at the hip.

Dance, in my mind I am 17 again tearing the floor apart and feeling alive. Every now and again I catch a glimpse of my reflection, its not me tonight, I don't know that little chubby bloke in the daft shorts, I wish he'd go because tonight is mine and for these next few hours I am diving deep into the warm sea of soul music allowing every wave to crash over me.

Soon its time for the last record, my legs are in tatters and I feel the cramp reminding me of who I really am but I don't care. Hugs n stuff to mates and we walk, or limp, towards the doors and towards the car that will both take us back to reality and that will also take us back to our special place in a week or two.

I suppose that's why I go out.

nice

[Guest Bearsy]

1. Music

2. Socialise

3. Dance

See you at Cleethorpes for a bit of number 2! - Oh forgot, you're sharing with Taffy & Wendy so you'll be seeing plenty of number 2

plenty of nunber 2 John thats for sure as im all stocked up and ready to go see you in hte bar

[Guest]

I go out to meet young, slim, well-dressed handsome men

oh and because I have this passion for the music which generally means that when I hear a soul record I have an unerring need to dance

hardly ever get out these days though - so much of my night out is spend catching up with friends these days - which is good, but a different kind of good!

[spirit]

First answer because it's a great night out with friends and the chance to hear some new soul music.

The second answer is my philosophical answer.

47 years old and semi retired with knees that creek when I walk down stairs. I could take the easy option and go to my local pub or watch other people's lives on TV or I can get off my big fat ex Army arse and taste some life that tastes a lot like my youth.

My allnighters start as we are leaving an allnighter, the talk is always of when and where we are going next, its very infectious and quite exiting to have a group of friends with similar tastes.

Next up is mid week when most are hitting the doldrums; I am on the phone to Derek planning our next outing. We go through the lists of what's on and I check with my wife to see if it's a green light or not. We look to see who is playing then we decide on a venue and ring around Sheila, Paul and Julie to see what plans are being made.

Derek usually drives down from Middlesbrough to my house near Barnsley and hands me the car keys, he's had enough of driving by now so I get behind the wheel. We drive over to collect Sheila who is always immaculately dressed and usually armed with a new CD for us all to sample in the car then its over to Paul and Julie.

There are five of us traveling as part of The South Yorkshire Soul Searchers, all very different people with different backgrounds and jobs but tonight we are a family who feel totally relaxed in each others company.

From the first hand shake and the slam of the car door the music starts and our time machine kicks in. I may be a dumpy over weight middle aged man who yarps on and on about the Army but tonight I feel as if I am leaving my mum and dads house to do some thing naughty, to be part of the night time world, to become a "Night Owl" …. Again.

The journey to the nighter is just a mile after mile giggle with the only person talking sense is the sat nav, allegedly. Our conversations are never too deep, we are not trying to intellectually dissect any political process and we all seam to avoid any controversy out of mutual respect and politeness. We try to remember lyrics from records and try to identify some of the music that made up our youth and defined part of us.

After finding the venue we park up and walk over to the mass that has usually congregated outside, not to queue to get in but to shoot the breeze and welcome old and new friends. Once inside we tend to bomb burst and do our own thing not needing to be joined at the hip.

Dance, in my mind I am 17 again tearing the floor apart and feeling alive. Every now and again I catch a glimpse of my reflection, its not me tonight, I don't know that little chubby bloke in the daft shorts, I wish he'd go because tonight is mine and for these next few hours I am diving deep into the warm sea of soul music allowing every wave to crash over me.

Soon its time for the last record, my legs are in tatters and I feel the cramp reminding me of who I really am but I don't care. Hugs n stuff to mates and we walk, or limp, towards the doors and towards the car that will both take us back to reality and that will also take us back to our special place in a week or two.

I suppose that's why I go out.

Great post, ImberBoy.

[Hermanthegerman]

First answer because it's a great night out with friends and the chance to hear some new soul music.

The second answer is my philosophical answer.

47 years old and semi retired with knees that creek when I walk down stairs. I could take the easy option and go to my local pub or watch other people's lives on TV or I can get off my big fat ex Army arse and taste some life that tastes a lot like my youth.

My allnighters start as we are leaving an allnighter, the talk is always of when and where we are going next, its very infectious and quite exiting to have a group of friends with similar tastes.

Next up is mid week when most are hitting the doldrums; I am on the phone to Derek planning our next outing. We go through the lists of what's on and I check with my wife to see if it's a green light or not. We look to see who is playing then we decide on a venue and ring around Sheila, Paul and Julie to see what plans are being made.

Derek usually drives down from Middlesbrough to my house near Barnsley and hands me the car keys, he's had enough of driving by now so I get behind the wheel. We drive over to collect Sheila who is always immaculately dressed and usually armed with a new CD for us all to sample in the car then its over to Paul and Julie.

There are five of us traveling as part of The South Yorkshire Soul Searchers, all very different people with different backgrounds and jobs but tonight we are a family who feel totally relaxed in each others company.

From the first hand shake and the slam of the car door the music starts and our time machine kicks in. I may be a dumpy over weight middle aged man who yarps on and on about the Army but tonight I feel as if I am leaving my mum and dads house to do some thing naughty, to be part of the night time world, to become a "Night Owl" .... Again.

The journey to the nighter is just a mile after mile giggle with the only person talking sense is the sat nav, allegedly. Our conversations are never too deep, we are not trying to intellectually dissect any political process and we all seam to avoid any controversy out of mutual respect and politeness. We try to remember lyrics from records and try to identify some of the music that made up our youth and defined part of us.

After finding the venue we park up and walk over to the mass that has usually congregated outside, not to queue to get in but to shoot the breeze and welcome old and new friends. Once inside we tend to bomb burst and do our own thing not needing to be joined at the hip.

Dance, in my mind I am 17 again tearing the floor apart and feeling alive. Every now and again I catch a glimpse of my reflection, its not me tonight, I don't know that little chubby bloke in the daft shorts, I wish he'd go because tonight is mine and for these next few hours I am diving deep into the warm sea of soul music allowing every wave to crash over me.

Soon its time for the last record, my legs are in tatters and I feel the cramp reminding me of who I really am but I don't care. Hugs n stuff to mates and we walk, or limp, towards the doors and towards the car that will both take us back to reality and that will also take us back to our special place in a week or two.

I suppose that's why I go out.

Nice one, Si!

Hope we meet again some time.

[Guest NASHEE]

Nice one, Si!

Hope we meet again some time.

I go out to add hair prickling, toe curling tunes to my wants list...chat to my friends until they want to punch me & maybe get a little pissed.

[ImberBoy]

Nice one, Si!

Hope we meet again some time.

Gerd here is a photo of Steve Evens, Me and you at the Tarmac Spirits Scooter Club 6 Rally in Adenbuttel in 1997!

[Hermanthegerman]

Looks like we had fun....

[Guest]

I go out to dance dont really drink so drive everywhere so basiclly go out bust some moves see my mate's have chat and just love the scene

[spirit]

I go out to dance dont really drink so drive everywhere so basiclly go out bust some moves see my mate's have chat and just love the scene

Me too.

[Guest Bearsy]

I go out to dance dont really drink so drive everywhere so basiclly go out bust some moves see my mate's have chat and just love the scene

so does the music matter to you or do you just dance to what ever is playing

[John Al]

I go out so I don't have to watch chcick flicks with Emma on a Saturday night....

I usually stay in. At Paul's house.

[Guest Bearsy]

I go out so I don't have to watch chcick flicks with Emma on a Saturday night....

nothing wrong with girl on girl videos Paul

[Guest SteveC]

First answer because it's a great night out with friends and the chance to hear some new soul music.

The second answer is my philosophical answer.

47 years old and semi retired with knees that creek when I walk down stairs. I could take the easy option and go to my local pub or watch other people's lives on TV or I can get off my big fat ex Army arse and taste some life that tastes a lot like my youth.

My allnighters start as we are leaving an allnighter, the talk is always of when and where we are going next, its very infectious and quite exiting to have a group of friends with similar tastes.

Next up is mid week when most are hitting the doldrums; I am on the phone to Derek planning our next outing. We go through the lists of what's on and I check with my wife to see if it's a green light or not. We look to see who is playing then we decide on a venue and ring around Sheila, Paul and Julie to see what plans are being made.

Derek usually drives down from Middlesbrough to my house near Barnsley and hands me the car keys, he's had enough of driving by now so I get behind the wheel. We drive over to collect Sheila who is always immaculately dressed and usually armed with a new CD for us all to sample in the car then its over to Paul and Julie.

There are five of us traveling as part of The South Yorkshire Soul Searchers, all very different people with different backgrounds and jobs but tonight we are a family who feel totally relaxed in each others company.

From the first hand shake and the slam of the car door the music starts and our time machine kicks in. I may be a dumpy over weight middle aged man who yarps on and on about the Army but tonight I feel as if I am leaving my mum and dads house to do some thing naughty, to be part of the night time world, to become a "Night Owl" .... Again.

The journey to the nighter is just a mile after mile giggle with the only person talking sense is the sat nav, allegedly. Our conversations are never too deep, we are not trying to intellectually dissect any political process and we all seam to avoid any controversy out of mutual respect and politeness. We try to remember lyrics from records and try to identify some of the music that made up our youth and defined part of us.

After finding the venue we park up and walk over to the mass that has usually congregated outside, not to queue to get in but to shoot the breeze and welcome old and new friends. Once inside we tend to bomb burst and do our own thing not needing to be joined at the hip.

Dance, in my mind I am 17 again tearing the floor apart and feeling alive. Every now and again I catch a glimpse of my reflection, its not me tonight, I don't know that little chubby bloke in the daft shorts, I wish he'd go because tonight is mine and for these next few hours I am diving deep into the warm sea of soul music allowing every wave to crash over me.

Soon its time for the last record, my legs are in tatters and I feel the cramp reminding me of who I really am but I don't care. Hugs n stuff to mates and we walk, or limp, towards the doors and towards the car that will both take us back to reality and that will also take us back to our special place in a week or two.

I suppose that's why I go out.

Brilliant post. I've always felt that the ex-armed forces people on the scene may have been unique in experiencing what it was like to spend saturday night after saturday night away dreaming of their favourite venue back in blighty heaving with the atmosphere they'd experienced prior to a deployment (in my case sulking in my workshop at sea with a box of Pat Brady record lists and a box of tapes without playlists!!!) Think it makes you appreciate it a little more? I know Russ V feels the same - PS love the pic - any earlier ones with an SLR pointing at you Si - lol

Edited June 5, 2009 by SteveC

[Guest SteveC]

Incidentally - Music, dancing and then socialising in that order although I yearn for the days when it was Dancing music then socialising

[Guest]

so does the music matter to you or do you just dance to what ever is playing

The music does matter to me I wont dance to it for the sake of it

[ImberBoy]

Gerd here is a photo of Steve Evens, Me and you at the Tarmac Spirits Scooter Club 6 Rally in Adenbuttel in 1997!

We where spoofing the Mirror

[Johnmcc]

For the crack.

[good angel]

Brilliant post. I've always felt that the ex-armed forces people on the scene may have been unique in experiencing what it was like to spend saturday night after saturday night away dreaming of their favourite venue back in blighty heaving with the atmosphere they'd experienced prior to a deployment (in my case sulking in my workshop at sea with a box of Pat Brady record lists and a box of tapes without playlists!!!) Think it makes you appreciate it a little more? I know Russ V feels the same - PS love the pic - any earlier ones with an SLR pointing at you Si - lol

SLR,?

You just showed your age

Kev.

[Guest Adam G]

I go out to meet young, slim, well-dressed handsome men

Away Kirsty

Wheres this then a crossover night on fantasy island !.

[Sean Hampsey]

I go out to meet young, slim, well-dressed handsome men

Best you give tomorrow night a miss then Kirsty!

Fat old tramps will be very much in evidence.

Sean

x

[Theresa]

I go to dance in ridiculous high heels until my feet look like plates of chopped liver in the morning, gossip, snog, watch other people dancing, and spot any handsome totty that Kirsty might have missed. Oh, and I do a lot of market research

[Daved]

Like a few others have said, when I travel far I go for the music. When I go locally it's purely for the crack.

[Guest posstot]

so does the music matter to you or do you just dance to what ever is playing

Oh, Frackinora Bearsy. Now you've got me going.

I go out a lot less than i used to. So when i go out i try to pick a venue to suit my tastes. As i think a lot of peeps do, moreso nowadays. What i want to get out of a night is

1. A wide selection of 60's soul music. (latter 50's RnB/soulful)

2. Friendly people/ Conversation

3.Records...buy, sell, trade

4.Dance

5.To hear soul music/RnB nice and loud.(as mentioned before by somebody)

6.Recreationals. (from time to time)

But if i go into a club and hear....fathers angels, don thomas, williams and watson, franky beverly, gregg perry, ace spectrum or driza bone........I'M IN THE WRONG VENUE AND I'M OUTTA THERE!!!

[Guest spudmurphy]

dance, talk. and dance and talk a lot more if the billys been around

[Russ Vickers]

Brilliant post. I've always felt that the ex-armed forces people on the scene may have been unique in experiencing what it was like to spend saturday night after saturday night away dreaming of their favourite venue back in blighty heaving with the atmosphere they'd experienced prior to a deployment (in my case sulking in my workshop at sea with a box of Pat Brady record lists and a box of tapes without playlists!!!) Think it makes you appreciate it a little more? I know Russ V feels the same - PS love the pic - any earlier ones with an SLR pointing at you Si - lol

.............when it all got too much, remember skulking away some where & blasting me tits off with the latest thing that was doing it for me......would put a smile back on my face.........first nighter after a deployment was always pretty special too.........kinda makes you appreciate the scene a little more aswell.

Makes you wonder what we did wrong Steve.......all these Semi retired Pongo's ( ), i'm still thrashing meself into the ground in a full time job, working with 'dont give a shit' civvy f*ckers.......wish i could shoot the b'stards .

Russ

[Russ Vickers]

To get right off it and hear some sounds.

Russ

[Guest cocopachino]

First answer because it's a great night out with friends and the chance to hear some new soul music.

The second answer is my philosophical answer.

47 years old and semi retired with knees that creek when I walk down stairs. I could take the easy option and go to my local pub or watch other people's lives on TV or I can get off my big fat ex Army arse and taste some life that tastes a lot like my youth.

My allnighters start as we are leaving an allnighter, the talk is always of when and where we are going next, its very infectious and quite exiting to have a group of friends with similar tastes.

Next up is mid week when most are hitting the doldrums; I am on the phone to Derek planning our next outing. We go through the lists of what's on and I check with my wife to see if it's a green light or not. We look to see who is playing then we decide on a venue and ring around Sheila, Paul and Julie to see what plans are being made.

Derek usually drives down from Middlesbrough to my house near Barnsley and hands me the car keys, he's had enough of driving by now so I get behind the wheel. We drive over to collect Sheila who is always immaculately dressed and usually armed with a new CD for us all to sample in the car then its over to Paul and Julie.

There are five of us traveling as part of The South Yorkshire Soul Searchers, all very different people with different backgrounds and jobs but tonight we are a family who feel totally relaxed in each others company.

From the first hand shake and the slam of the car door the music starts and our time machine kicks in. I may be a dumpy over weight middle aged man who yarps on and on about the Army but tonight I feel as if I am leaving my mum and dads house to do some thing naughty, to be part of the night time world, to become a "Night Owl" .... Again.

The journey to the nighter is just a mile after mile giggle with the only person talking sense is the sat nav, allegedly. Our conversations are never too deep, we are not trying to intellectually dissect any political process and we all seam to avoid any controversy out of mutual respect and politeness. We try to remember lyrics from records and try to identify some of the music that made up our youth and defined part of us.

After finding the venue we park up and walk over to the mass that has usually congregated outside, not to queue to get in but to shoot the breeze and welcome old and new friends. Once inside we tend to bomb burst and do our own thing not needing to be joined at the hip.

Dance, in my mind I am 17 again tearing the floor apart and feeling alive. Every now and again I catch a glimpse of my reflection, its not me tonight, I don't know that little chubby bloke in the daft shorts, I wish he'd go because tonight is mine and for these next few hours I am diving deep into the warm sea of soul music allowing every wave to crash over me.

Soon its time for the last record, my legs are in tatters and I feel the cramp reminding me of who I really am but I don't care. Hugs n stuff to mates and we walk, or limp, towards the doors and towards the car that will both take us back to reality and that will also take us back to our special place in a week or two.

I suppose that's why I go out.

Very eloquently put ~ love it

[Guest Bearsy]

Oh, Frackinora Bearsy. Now you've got me going.

I go out a lot less than i used to. So when i go out i try to pick a venue to suit my tastes. As i think a lot of peeps do, moreso nowadays. What i want to get out of a night is

1. A wide selection of 60's soul music. (latter 50's RnB/soulful)

2. Friendly people/ Conversation

3.Records...buy, sell, trade

4.Dance

5.To hear soul music/RnB nice and loud.(as mentioned before by somebody)

6.Recreationals. (from time to time)

But if i go into a club and hear....fathers angels, don thomas, williams and watson, franky beverly, gregg perry, ace spectrum or driza bone........I'M IN THE WRONG VENUE AND I'M OUTTA THERE!!!

I have been hearing quite a few people lately telling me they go to some venues purely for the atmosphere and the music is secondry if anything

I could get a few mates to go to a pub and put a few quid in the jukebox and have a fooking good time and create a great atmosphere so why the fook travel 200 miles to do the same thing oh and wear silly clothes

[Guest dundeedavie]

i go out to hear the kind of music i like and that's why i don't go out very often these days

[Guest WPaulVanDyk]

Go out to hear music, some new tunes i may not know. meet some people. buy some stuff like magazines. and have a dance if i feel like it and enjoy myself. Keep the faith