Friday, August 31, 2012
In the 70's I grew up in a run down neighbourhood in west London that was I guess a UK ghetto. Mostly black families, relocated there from the West Indies in the mid 60's. A lot of my friends were the sons and daughters, the next generation of those first immigrants. I absolutely loved living there. In fact I lived in the same neighbourhood for 36 years. Those early years shaped my entire life. I was working at a hardware store called Nu Lines in '79 and every lunchtime I would go across the road to a small cafe, see my mates and have a couple of tokes on a spliff (yeah, I still remember the lingo) before going back to work. It was always packed in there. One day I walked in and this was playing on the Hi-Fi. The place was jumping. I was blown away. I knew the baseline very well and heard toasting many times but this was new and different. It was one of those moments I will never forget. It's always amazing to me how music can pin point memories. I went straight round the corner and bought the 12" from Rough Trade records when they were still on Kensington Park Road with that wagon wheel hanging up outside. Most likely the only record shop in the UK that would of carried it at that time. I still have it, I still listen to it and it still sounds brilliant.