The problem is people's lack of imagination once again. Why hand over a hard earned shekel when you can make your own tat? In one of my gallery pics I'm wearing a lapel badge I'd crafted myself Valerie Singleton fashion. This was late 1977, Wigan Casino, post TV cameras, so definitely not underground. I'd taken a Stanley knife to me sister's Four Tops Live At The Roostertail album, removing the Tamla Motown logo in the process. I then fixed that to a piece of cardboard with bostick and put a small safety pin on the back with sticky backed plastic et voila. If I'd been at Prestatyn I'd have had those tables over, Jesus in the temple fashion.
Finally what does bread and butter Soulie mean? Is that all the impoverished bastards had to eat of a Wednesday night during the three day week up north? You be hard pushed to define a scene as anything but "underground" in the pre-Wigan period, I'd have said. Someone from Fylde or St. Helens that went to the Mecca, VaVa's, Catacombs, Up The Junction etc weren't exactly mainstream Soul fans, were they?