Lots of fun was had at the Rite Trax 1st birthday bash. Personally, as Futurhood av, I was providing vj performance alongside Joe from Damp Studios. We projected side by side all night and it was real fun. There were also artists and more providing interesting additions to the whole event. A Guy Called Gerald was the headliner – see below. He is well known for his old skool work as well as his current performance and output – we had a nice chat and a fag later on. Mistabishi was there as well, it was nice to catch up – not seen him in a while but the performance, like Gerald’s, was electric. Great support came from all the rest – Isis Moray, Cryptic, Phatworld and all the rest. Looking forward to more.
It is a vibrantly new thing – Rite Trax – combining a variety of music, presenting club nights alongside art experiences and spoken word poetry. We have all run across each of these things separately, the combination is something really very different. All of it should be supported. Why leave your senses unfulfilled. Most of us love our music and appreciate the visual and the word based forms of expression. With these events and everything presented through the website (see below), you can have all of this together or in part. On top of this when there is music there also tends to be vj performance as well (often from me).
pics from Dan Arves
RiteTrax CIC is a newly formed social enterprise based in Manchester and Sheffield, aimed at providng a platform for underground creative culture.
Having attended the Rite Trax event at Golden Harvest in Sheffield a little while ago it looks like I may be performing at the next one. The experience of that first event was something good to say the least. Having such a range of different performance in an unusual setting and with such a range of people was really pleasant. There is nothing quite like the right sort of party crew – a couple of drinks, performance which went from live poetry readings to live electronica, artists displaying works and on top of that old favourite dj’s performing. Well!! Sweet! Things like this make a difference. It is not the usual crawl around particular bars and pubs, then perhaps a club and so on.
Moving from the drudgery of everyday working and business life you search for something more, a new palette to enliven your imagination and find so much in just the ordinary and everyday.
Any town or city has its own particular life. Its heart is made up of a number of things – there is its working life, its history, but partiuclarly there is its social life, its nightlife. It may be the case that a city has its very own stars. It may have its glittery big clubs and bars. What sits at the back of all such is the little place. I have a great fondness for small venues and all that they give. So often they are the birth places of much grander things but more importantly they are the life of the interesting. There is a particular review of the Golden Cross in Coventry, it states that it was the birth place of the Specials. I can remember meeting John Bradbury there and subsequently did a really, really bad audition at his place, Wyken cum Walsgrave. That place has a history going back to 1581 – I just remeber it in the 70s and the upstairs bar cum club. Downstairs it was a place I spent time with old mates such as Nigel Osgood, Tim Hill, Dave Wicks and more from my Bablake school days.
Later in life I had an association with the Earl in Sheffield. It was once a pound house – where livestock was lodged as people came into the town (before it was a true city) to trade. It became the home of a great clubnight – Spannered, with breaks at its core. Before that I had spent a lot of time at the East House – once dubbed the Dodge City Saloon because of the shooting there many, many years before. I djed at the place and loved my time there. These have now ceased being venues/pubs.
Latterly I did a lot of work with the Redhouse, itself roughly 300 years old. This was a place that gave life to a whole raft of small club nights, began the careers of bands and saw visitors from all over the world. In that place I have spoken more languages than I can remember. I surprised those coming down to the Botswana day celebrations one year – they were not expecting a white guy to speak to them in Sesotho. Otheres have heard me practice my few words of Malay, Greek, Poruguese, French, Dutch, German, Serbo-Croat, Swahili, Turkish, to name a few (and no I am not boasting, as I say, ‘if you stand still long enough, you will be surprised who walks past’).
Here is a breaks mix – it became something very dear to me – dance music I loved more than …
Here are a couple of mixes taking me back to my Coventry youth, the Cross, various parties, the attempt at a band that we probably all go through …
And here – a mix which is definitive of me as a Cov lad …