Thursday 13 November 2014

Beginnings


On a steep, cobbled alley off a back street, in an unfashionable corner of a post-industrial Northern city, some time toward the end of the twentieth century: the 1 in 12 Club.  Upstairs in the members’ bar: Jon and me.  Grumbling about the rhythmic banging coming through the floor from below, and the wasted 10ps in the jukebox.  Not the comforting percussive rhythm which meant that Protag was doing some maintenance work on the PA or stage, but the intrusive amplified bottom end from some dance music genre that was niche enough to require an additional adjective; tech house or hard techno or somesuch.

“Somebody,” one of us said, not for the first time, “should put on a goth night here.”

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