Johnny and I never did get to DJ at a trendy London club, which was probably for the best because we were terrible and would have just got drunk and pissed about too much and never been invited back again. Still we didn’t need the bright lights of London because one autumnal evening Johnny and I reached the pinnacle of our DJing careers – we got asked if we would DJ at a youth club – by a mature student who ran it in his spare time.
So on a Friday evening about three weeks before Christmas, we rocked up, girlfriends in tow, to this youth club in a run down part of Guildford town centre, where were met by a bearded chap who smoked a proper pipe despite being aged in his late twenties. He showed us to the decks, where some youths were messing around and generally playing as much hip hop with swearwords in it as they could. They definitely played this for instance, whilst the beard hid in a small office.
A to the K- Cypress Hill (1993, Ruffhouse Records)
“Help yourselves to drinks from the bar” said the beard. At the word “Bar” Johnny ears pricked up, sadly that bar served Sprite, Tango and Coke only, this being a youth club. We had a look around and counted 15 people in the place. It was 7.30 in the evening. Of course we should be grateful because nowadays due to government cuts, youths aged between 13 and 18 are encouraged to become part of a County Line instead of going to an alcohol free disco where two DJS were literally the lamest thing in a five mile radius (and I’m including the beard in that statement). Our girlfriends by the way had gone to a decent bar around the corner.
So at round a quarter eight to a crowd of about twelve (ten boys, two girls), Johnny and I started our set. At and nine thirty to a crowd of about twenty (a few more girls turned up about eight thirty, laughed at the sadness of all it and then left), we finished it, and not one person danced to a single song that we played. It was without doubt one of the strangest nights of my life. Even stranger was the fact that the Beard shook us warmly by the hands and told us we were great and invited back next week. We glanced at the look of abject horror in the eyes of the kids who clearly wanted to play five a side football and sniff glue in the toilets more than they wanted to listen to a Chemical Brothers mix of a Bomb the Bass track, and told the beard we were busy.
16 – Bug Powder Dust (Chemical Brothers Mix) – Bomb the Bass (1994, 4th and Broadway Records)
See Also Beat Dis – Bomb the Bass (1988, Mister Ron Records)
Talking of Bomb the Bass, the Chemical Brothers Mix (might have been the Dust Brothers) was one of the first records I ever played as a DJ in the student union. It was relatively early on in the evening, because back then Kevin, a hairy chimp of a man used to close the night with his ‘rock set’ – his last ever set was brought to a premature end when Johnny set the fire alarm off to stop him playing something by Poison. It wasn’t supposed to be his last ever set, but he realised that there was very little love for his soft rock sessions.
15 – Chime (12 inch version) – Orbital (1990, FFRR Records)
See Also – Satan – Orbital (1991, FFRR Records)
Back to our friend Del again. He loved ‘Chime’ and used to say that it was “The moment dance music started taking itself seriously again”. He had ‘Chime’ on 12 inch, which occasionally if he remembered he would leave in the booth for me to borrow – he had a habit of forgetting his records though – one time he played the 12 inch version of ‘Chime’ in all its twelve minute glory, but this being Del he didn’t just let it play like I would have – I would have (and often did) stick it on and go to the bar, pop home to do some ironing and then come back to fade it out – Del managed to weave a mix of about five songs around it, seamlessly bringing the chiming synth back in when it mattered and seamlessly making it sound like an entirely different song.
Talking of massively long tracks here’s another couple
Inner City Life (Nookie Mix) – Goldie (1994, FFRR Records)
See Also (kind of) I Am The Black Gold of the Sun (4Hero Mix) – Nuyorican Soul (1997, Island Records)
‘Inner City Life’ is often described by some critics as being the ‘Unfinished Sympathy’ of jungle music, which I suppose it sort of is – or perhaps the ‘Unfinished Sympathy’ you can dance to, regardless, its ace full of bass heavy beats, some wonderful vocals that float in and out over the top of spectral sounding strings. A proper masterpiece, joyful one minute and furiously intense the next. Thank the lord that the Nookie Mix of it became available fairly quickly because the original version rocks in at nearly twenty minutes or so.