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- By God, that is a blinder! How dare he listen to something he finds culturally relevant!!?? That kind of blinkered statement could be interprated as something else - small mindeness maybe, fishing for positive post re-inforcement possibly or something else!? You must remember also that old Jazzie's name will be in the history books, again for a reason, that reason being he has been soooo relevant in the shaping of black music, not only over here, but worldwide 'love' (condescing non PC term I know, but in your case I'll take my misogynism on the chin) Cheeky bast*rd ay Chrissie. He's taken no interest and passed no judgement on your likes, you know why? Cos he isn't a negative ignoramus. And if the board mods tell me off for being 'mean spirited', I hope that Chrissie gets a PM up the backside for coming across as a bloody short sighted muscal Nazi. There's jumping in and bombing off the top board love - do yourself a favour and stick to the paddling pool for a while.

"Love my Love, Please come back. Don't leave me this way. Love my Love, Here I stand Alone, crying every day!" I'll have to try harder after that cracker Malc.

Me mate Paddy, from Skipton, posted me one of these lads lists the other day - and I find fit to post on this board that the list and the lads who put it together seem worthy of a plug on here. Derek and Alan are the lads to call for your list, on: 01252 333858 or 07789 352454 It's a proper old skool Northern list.

"And as - time goes by, Things get cold and dry, There's no more water in the well. And there ain't no way that two can come together, If we stay locked in our cell - Awww, Keep The Fires Burning!" Apologies, not inherantly Northern I know but you can't argue with the poetry and relevance of those words.

Speaking of lyrics that bring a smile, a though this is possibly not adhering to the, I think, initial sentiment in the opening post regarding lyrics (as they aren't really premeditated lyrics maybe) but I do love the fade out party line in Frankie Crockers 'TOD' - It's the way she spits 'em out... "What a Bullet - CHARTBUSTER!' A time and a place in New York City.

I think we are the only scene that have ever actually properly danced in the truest sense of the word, don't you think Malc? Dictionary defintion: Look at the defining genres over the years - you have the Reggae/Ska clockwork movements, the Rock 'n' Roll hop or reliance on a partner thing that they had, The Mod/Mersey Beat/60's Pop thing (Shing a Ling etc), Rock (??), punk (right!? ), House (...and people had lost the basics by this time). A quality Soulie dancing is still to this day awe inspiring, I know you know, I'm not teaching you how to suck eggs - I'm just taking the opportunity to revel in the way we dance. I have taken many a newbie out over the years and they have found it jaw-dropping, which it is. The only inbreds that take the piss are the usual uneducated, insecure, jealousy riddled expendables.

Obvious I know but I just can't help myself... "I woke up early this morning, Looking round for my love - But her sweet voice, I didn't heeearr, no!" Just bloody beautiful.

For the time that the Parr Hall ran it was a cracking venue - anyone remember the Edwin Starr night, and the lad who had Edwin tattooed on his chest having it signed . But being a Warrington lad and knowing what town was like in the 80's, my over riding memory of it was the amount of soulies who got off the train for the nighter, arriving at the Parr Hall with their noses all over their face, courtesy of the the Wires placcie Scouser element'. Warrington was worse for 'Soulie Violence' than Morecambe, Leicester and Wigan (anyone remember 'China' the scouse flick wearing Wigan lads ring-leader?) put together. Last time I saw Les and Andy (someone kindly responded to my message in 'AOY' with info about them), a couple of lads who used to be on the circuit in the early 80's. I contacted the Parr Hall not long back, looking to do a reunion but they weren't at all interested...the fact that the main Cop Shop is 200 yards round the corner may have some bearing these days. Nice to go back to the place though, it still is run as a concert hall, comedians, bands, and celebrities and the like use it for national tours.

The best way to remove a scratch/click/jump is obviously to first isolate where the offending dig is, then use your thumb nail, but work back along the groove, against the direction the vinyl spins on your deck. The damage to the vinyl normally, due to differing directions both the vinyl and the stylus take, leaves any offending damaged vinyl standing out right to left Sounds dangerous maybe, but it works, just be careful.

I remember it being played for Mike Walker and I heard those lyrics in context for the first time - poignant and beautiful. May I also add the old BB standard, it's quickie: "Shoes...you keep on walking on back, back to her?"

I could just write the whole lyrics out for Bits 'n Pieces - 'Keep On Running Away', but the opening line sets the scene for the tale well enough... "OOOH I've tried so hard now Baby, To get you to see things like me.." Simply heartbreaking.

The ethics of the record shop and the steely backbone that they gave to many a scene have sadly gone, don't lament it, there's no helping to be done anymore. As they said "Punks dead (but we're still dying)!"...no, it's definately dead and so are record shops. Nowadays, musically, It's just a free for all, winner takes all...! That particular technology based outcome - the death of the record shop that is - has brought about a musically direction free society for me - seeds were sown there, ideas were bounced about, opinions were swapped with people who cared enough and weren't scared enough to go through the initiation process - those who know what I'm talking about will know. Shame. But there's always the message boards ay!?

Thanks for stating the blatantly obvious Spacehopper - and not just taking the 'who the feck does he think he is' line cos I speak my mind - you're so transparent folks. Be real - don't just poke and look for other pokers (sheep).

Music today is like socks Ian. Any owd grey shit will do. It's a crying shame that the old Record Shop has gone, the last bastion of the true at heart, give a shit music bod. The meek eventually inherited the earth and banged the stake into the record shop from bedrooms across the land. RIP (...but we're still dying)

Hi Kev, Have you spent any time as a DJ?

I've got one too Steve - WHOOOOO!

...but are there enough Soul Cattle still out there, to keep respectable wages down?

When mention of Stafford is made, let us not forget that it was also, with the aid of the forward thinking jocks, (the left over shrapnel that was) the hardcore of Northern Soul Boys & Girls, the believers and the dancers that truly kept the faith through those, supposed, tough sparse years. Those, then, kids didn't see themselves as keeping the torch burning, they were there as they are now, simply for the love. It wasn't hard, it was instinct.

It's a Peter Kay dream mate.

Is there room for 'playing it safe' these days? The statement comes up frequently - and if people do, how, that is if they aren't keeping feet on floors, do 'these people' get bookings. Is it not just again, opinion?

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Before I post this, which was a response a few weeks back to a post on a mainly House orientated site (so it probably won't translate as correctly in the context on this particular site - but on the back of that I do believe the essence of the post holds true.) I did manage and own a record shop for the best part of twenty years, that, as it happens went under due to technological progression (Hey, that's life, I've no problem with that, Life Goes On) but it may help qualify my following churlish statement: The reason record shops, in the majority, have gone is due to the fact that 85% of your business came through 100% of the people who didn't really give a shit about the ethics of music, it's structure and how people eventually got paid down the line. (I've not read the whole thread, as I'm struggling , so if my post is partly or wholly irrelevant, please feel free to point it out....I'll read it now) You produced a track - you paid the studio/engineer - you had it pressed, you paid the plant - you sold it on to a distributor, they paid you - the distributor sold it to a record shop, they paid the distributor - the record shop sold it to a customer, they paid the record shop. In short - EVERYBODY GOT PAID - not so now.

Those lovely little niche moments that endear your addled mind. I've recounted it before but I remember heading out for a Wigan Oldies on a Friday - Wigan baths following etc etc - then following through for the Saturday night do - having an envelope full of certain oblong shaped chalk like vessels, of which disappeared rather quickly - last memory was it being announced that 'M's' was openbing in five minutes. The next memory I have is of being on a train to Colwyn Bay, snapshot: Next thing I remember is.... I woke up on a couch, covered in a damp shall, trying to extricate something that was on my face...which turned out to be a cat - obviously seeking out the only warm vent in the room - my mouth. I got rid of the cat and sat up. I was in a 6am darkened, curtains drawn front room. I was aware of conversation going on - my mind honed it to the left of where I was esconsced. I looked left and there were six people in the bay window of the terraced house I happened to be in....playing 'The Game Of Life' (?). I knew none of them. As I awoke, they heard me rise....looked at me....uninterested...and carried on shaking the dice and moving their game pieces. It was Tuesday and I was in Lincoln. (As a footnote I still have no idea how I got there and honestly cannot recollect how I got home....which was a bit of a b*stard as I was due at work on the Monday) Anymore? [Loved the Sidras Theme/M's moment someone posted elswhere earlier btw)

Edwyn Collins out Winehoused 'Winehouse' by ten years - a great production.

I know Pete and worked for him for 8 years but I must tell you that he he gets trolleyed out on TV shows regarding Northern and Motown every time... He knows FA. And I know he won't mind me saying that.