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Working class areas of northern towns and cities regularly have areas of dereliction. This is not necessarily so bad because those areas do acquire a very particular feel – there is both a grain and a texture to what happens to the area.
We used to party at a number of places in the area – Pitsmoor is just outside of the city centre and is noted as being the area where newcomers first settle – having had significant Jamaican, Kashmiri, Somali, Kurdish, Polish and more populations. I used to dj at places such as the Highway, the East House, the Tea Gardens and more. Each of these has a history, some going back many years – the Tea Gardens was originally a temperance pub providing mainly tea and no alcohol, the East House was the scene of a well-known murder decades ago and so was also known as ‘the wild west saloon’. The Highway though, now burnt down and demolished was a place for all-nighters.
All of the above gives an idea of some of what was played.
I come from a family with a serious background in tool making. Just down the road from where I live lies one of the old Stanley plants – long since disused. There is something of a magic about the old, the distressed, the broken. From older days of supplying things of use to the world at large it has become somewhat broken, essentially abandoned and has found some use as a (literally) haunt of ‘zombie hunters’ – playing out whatever.
Looking forward to some new warm weather. Perhaps soon I will get a chance to visit the family out in Westmoreland …
Music means a lot to me as you may have gathered. Particular times and events, particular tunes, I have a catalogue of memories brimful of emotion courtesy of all that. Times out and about – djing events – the old days of partying oddly enough from my late 40s on through my 50s. My 50th birthday was a free party with 3 rigs, shut down by police at 4.30am because we had woken up the Chief Inspector. Festival gigs with my daughters – at one of the Big Bang festivals at the Ski Village, now sadly closed and falling to pieces – an acquaintance of my oldest daughter asked her if she could dance with her boyfriend – the response was, ‘what, he’s my dad’ – such a laugh. My middle daughter saying to her mates – ‘what didn’t you learn about clubbing and parties by going with your dad?’ We were a bit of a different family, but still responsible believe it or not.
There are particular venues I so remember – the Arches, Casbah, the Harley, Corporation, so many more. Days of enjoying trip hop, broken beat, dnb, deep house – the details still recorded in my mind. I so want to go and revisit!
Just had a look through some old files qand here are some free wallpapers for you …
Here are a few links to other materials for download …
There is great use being made by many of various blurred backgrounds and textures in their work. Here are a few that go beyond the blur and add a little extra to the mix as a whole.
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