Was very reluctant to join but in this debate but after the last post plucked up the courage.
Let me first start by saying that I NEVER went Wigan and in conversations with some ‘holier than thou people’ who, when speaking about soul and music in general I always make this abundantly clear. As suddenly as if some excrement has descended from Valhala, I am made to feel like an “undesirable”, a yellow star has been sewn onto my Jacket’, I looked at my hand for a black spot. Yet when I mention some to of venue’s I went to, Three Coin Leeds, Chirasuro (sp) Wakefield, Tin Chicken, Sailsbury, Scarboro’ I’m left with blank stares.
But I might add I first fell in love with ‘Soul’ in the early sixties, and if you apply Steve Luigi mathematical logic you can guess my age, Sam and Dave, Otis, Wilson Pickett, Bob and Earl (Harlem Shuffle) Eddie F, at the start of the sixties was a time pre -Wigan which I was entirely devoted to. My falling out of love with the scene mid -seventies (Wigan period) coincided with me hooking up with my ‘Lady Soul’ and I never returned to the scene until of late. My return to Soul also was instrumental with my association with the Charity I’m totally devoted to, I’m not bothered about the so called ‘div’ on the soul scene: did youth of Wigan really wear flat caps, I ask myself, looking at some of the dancers on the floor at events I go to. After being ‘out in the wilderness’ for so long then re-finding my first love Soul from of the sixties, is something I can’t put down in words.
So yeah there are ‘divs’ on the scene, I suppose I may be one, but I don’t give a ‘rats arris’, I go to events and enjoy what’s being played by TOC, Tony and the boys while I can.