The Junction Boxing Night 1971

[Souljer6]

The train has pulled out of Stockport station with the crew aboard.

Someone's got a Discatron that's lost its stylus

Plevs got a coffee jar full of colours...green, brown, red brown, brown, clear, green, clear, black, white, pink((twoshades)etc.

It was brown and red for me...or was it the other way around. No matter. I later learned that was the best choice.

The night became alive. Then we were there. Crewe Station, no tickets, a run at the gates.

Phil S from Donny is pulled but we're through!

And in a little while we're waiting for the back door. It never happened and so our entry had to become official,

our pockets lightened.

Inside, its dark and very awake.

Alan Day is in his capsule. He's starship commander and I'm on the floor.....in a big way!!!

The sounds were progressing and looking back from today, amidst the Okehs, Ric Tics etc there was The Poets' Two Hearts. There was Sam Nesbit's eagerly awaited 444 release that never happened. Amos,I guess but my first hearing.

It was all over so soon, that night. But for me it was never over.

A wave of Northern Soul excess and 38 years later.....

It's Radcliffe and I'm a shinin' my dancing shoes (gotta be Church's Royals).

The coffee jar is gone. The colours have faded and degraded to a white mush.

The recovery payback is extended to almost a week.

Is it still worth it??

But then ............THERE'S THAT RHYTHM...........