chesterbells said:
Great book if you're still into the tunes because of all the set lists over the years.
I've downloaded a few mixes recorded from the dj booth, and they still dont quite capture it (in fact some sound really slow nowadays) - but you do get an impression of the massive range Pickering and Park played.
For me it was always about the Friday Nude nights; the saturdays and the indie Thursdays I could take or leave.
By 91 park and pickering were sticking with the soulful vocal stuff and I was following the harder tunes, so I mostly stopped going after 90 anyway.
The assumption was everyone in the place was doved up but I'm not sure. If plenty of others were then there was no need, so I never bothered - the atmosphere was so good anyway.
At the front of the stage to Strings of Life, Voodoo Ray, Rock to the Beat -hands in the air, strobe lights full-on; didnt get any better.
can remember those massive jugs of water on the bar - the takings must have been sweet fa!
Every single one of our 'posse' were dropping party smarties like they were going out of fashion ;-)
Totally agree about the music.
I moved to London in 1990 and like everyone else around me, was a full-on clubber at the time having been blown away by the after club raves as much as the clubs. This was the last year of the big warehouse parties and I spent the next year or two as a London clubber who came back to Mcr every couple of months for a party. I felt at that time that the Manchester dance scene lost its way musically. As you say, Pickering and park were playing garage and soulful house, the tacky clubs like Angels were playing cheesy crowd pleasing rave tunes. The music up here wasn't in the same league as the London clubs. Down there the 'in' DJs were playing progressive house, the likes of boys own, left field, underworld etc. Up here, with the exception of Justin Robertson at Most Excellent, the 'in' DJs were playing girl's music, shallow handbaggy grinding American type stuff. The scene was already splintered by then, with the original acid house crowd becoming more fashion conscious and looking down our nose at the newer, prole ravers with their dummies and glow sticks and hands in the air/ cheesy hardcore.
The scene's best days were already behind it, even by about 91. And the hac was filling with hairdressers and tourists whilst the original crowd had mostly moved on.
But as I said before, for two years, when it was still an underground scene, when the Es were New Yorkers and Doves and still blew you into a big loved up puppy, and the tunes were unselfconscious piano anthems, and the crowd was totally and utterly mixed, a melting pot, and there was always a warehouse party after. Boy it was special to have even been there.
I've seen music scenes come and go and been part of them. But it was a priveledge to be in the eye of the acid house storm when it broke. The best days of my life.