There will always be events that surprise you, catching you off guard in a really pleasant way. It’s the same thing with businesses. Rite Trax is a business, it also puts on events and also looks to be a lot more than that as well. Music and its performance may be the first thing that springs to mind, eyes and ears with them but as you should know your eyes and ears can also be delighted and sometimes surprised by its other core interests – art and poetry. Admittedly the art and poetry are not classic gallery and museum pieces, delicately crafted oils and the like, the poetry is not the stuff of high-class salons, coffee table volumes or any of it consumed with a gentle sherry and cigar. The art, poetry, music is the stuff of ordinary, living and working people of the city and beyond. It also magically properly manages to go beyond a lot of club culture and attracts a real range of ages, from youth to (in my case) ancient and greying. All of this is so good. You will find much of it catalogued by a variety of photographers as well – check the Rite Trax website and facebook page.
The average club night has a minimal story, certainly it has a beginning, middle and end, the better events have a particular style of progression fitting that timeline. Art and poetry events tend to be rather more linear and flat, only certain of them have a story that builds. Rite Trax does so much more. Most of their events have a progression that involves a real unfolding of activity and experience with a variety of areas of participation. This can truly be less of a short story or simple monologue, as it were, and far more a mixed or multi genre novel or an interlocking series of episodes all in one.
So – the question is where next for Rite Trax? There will certainly be more events at a range of venues around Sheffield and possibly beyond. The poetry angle and art side of things will be developed, there may be audio books, video, prints and original works of art to be sold and displayed. There is also talk of a record label.
Marcus Method …
The next show will be Friday 9th December.
There were particular times spent in and around local pubs and certain clubs – pubs in Pitsmoor already mentioned such as the East House, the Tea Gardens, the Highway and more. In these days I djed and spent time just enjoying a few beers but also disappeared off to some club nights, events, parties and the like. These were also eclectic times, enjoying local things and a range of music:
– deep house, balearic beats
– soul, particularly northern (an old friend had been Dave Godin – check his history and you will see the connection)
– ska, being a Cov lad, of course
– the beginnings of a love for certain garage sounds, drum and bass and the like
I had an interesting time recently, sat, as I have occasional want to do so, in a pub with an old mate. We enjoyed a few drinks and a delightful chat , myself and Jethro, up at the Rutland.
We were both involved some time ago in events such as Spannered at the Earl, the other offshoot parties (the Must Dash parties) and all sorts of other shenanigans. It is a shame that all too many of the places with which we were involved have now disappeared but other places sometimes run through and other events appear.
Sat out back having a fag we were surrounded by what you will find below. It is nice to be surprised by such things. Their inclusion in such venues makes a difference.
I am hoping that I will get the chance to see more of my old friend quite soon and perhaps he will get the chance to perform at Rite Trax or a similar event in the near future.
Having Africa as a memory was one thing – there are times and events that cause further change. I was persuaded to do a show at a local pub – the East House – because of my Coventry roots and my love of ska. This later developed into my fully returning to the world of the DJ (first times being in the early 70s). Thus, this became a time of new growth, new discovery. I soon acquired a partner in musical performance – Chris and later Matt (Ripparoots). The odd event at the East House became regular shows, carting a P.A. and playing gear from my home in the flats close by to the pub. It was then that new loves and interests were sparked, particularly deep house, trip hop and a lot more – eventually spanning liquid dnb, 2step garage, balearic beats, soul , northern, on towards breaks via big beat, even cajun, french hip hop and so on. These were days that took me and shows to the Tea Gardens another local, the Highway, mentioned elsewhere and various parties. Ultimately I spent a fair amount of time in places such as the Arches and a whole raft of other slightly and fully ‘underground’ venues, warehouses and the like.
It is a shame that most of these venues have now gone, either simply derelict, burned down, converted into shops. These were days of all sorts of music for me – classic deep house, the beginnings of my tastes trip hop wise, my ongoing love of ska, northern soul, classic soul, disco, original r&b, funk and then the later tastes in what was to become liquid dnb, big beat, later breaks.
Yes! time goes by, tastes, likes, loves, appreciations all move on with time. There were times in my middle youth (in this instance for me that meany my 50s, as if I will ever truly grow up) when the things that made me look up, listen and all the rest – generally paying attention – were the loud, the brash, the banging, in one way or another. These were the days of free parties out in the Peaks, warehouses, abandoned buildings. These wer the days of club nights attended, run, played at and those for whom I was providing visuals.
In such days I acquired an appreciation of quite oddly contrasting things:
– odd trails through woods and seemingly ordinary patches of rock, grass, countryside
– old buildings, dilapidated, disused, derelict but still standing and serviceable in one way or another
– tarnished clubs, nightclubs with a hint of distress or just a certain well lived texture, hence the Adelphi, the Arches, Corporation and more
– scrappy flats, old caravans, particular estates and corner shops, ordinary old pubs, things with a history of ordinary people’s lives, a history of efforts made, painful failings, odd successes and joys, too many pains, accidents and setbacks.
These were days when ultimately I ended up going out to various parties and clubbing with my daughters. We had a common set of tastes for events and music. It was all very surprising to their friends when they discovered that the old guy wandering about with them was their dad – quite normal for them but so unusual for their buddies. In these days and nights a bond was built of common tastes and flavours. Those textures still come back to me, they still retain a particular power for me but they are no longer as immediate as they used to be.
There is nothing like a good small venue – the Redhouse is all that is good in terms of such – with a range of music second to none. We always used to say that we played the widest range of music in South Yorkshire, if not beyond. On a personal note, I have played ska, breaks, drum and bass, house – minimal, tech, acid and more from all over the world, Balkan beats, a whole range of African music – zouk, zouk love, kizomba, kuduro, soukous, kwaito, as well as baile funk, 2 step, chillout, ambient, mashups, trance, techno, lounge, broken beat, nujazz, nusoul, northern, motown and the list could go on. We have put on audio-visual art events. I still VJ and occasionally DJ there. The live music offered is endless.