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Back to Bari

When I first arrived in Bari early in January 2020, it didn’t feel conceivable that I’d still be here almost two years later and in a relatively settled state.  However, a series of events, namely Covid and a re-evaluation of certain life priorities, has meant that Bari has begun to feel strangely like home. 

Some of the most familiar sights from around Bari; September 2021.

I finished teaching in the final week of July and immediately embarked on a five day-long road trip back to Britain via Northern Puglia, Emilia-Romagna, Switzerland, the Rhine-Neckar region of Germany and the Hook of Holland (Covid restrictions at the time meant that driving through France was a no-go).  I spent nearly a month back in the UK in August and despite having weather that was mediocre at best, had a great time seeing old friends and family after 18 months of enforced estrangement.  

There were two festivals (Soul II Soul headlining South Facing Festival in Crystal Palace Park and Green Man in Crickhowell, South Wales), a boozy Mexico-inspired South London barbeque courtesy of my mate Mark, a Newbury reunion of ‘The Dream Team’ (a somewhat ironic moniker that my friends Anna, Jen, Matt and I created for ourselves, aged 17), a sojourn to Southend-on-Sea with Virginia to meet Rufus, Emily and Matt’s one year-old baby, an evening putting the world to rights at The Bowlers Arms with my old bassist and all-round-good-bloke Roger, a trip to a Thai restaurant in Surbiton with Chris, Jenny and Scott and lots of other catch-ups with old friends with whom it has been far too long.

It was also a chance to spend some quality time with my parents at the house I lived in from the age of 11 until 18 in Highclere on the Berkshire / Hampshire border and to see my sister, brother-in-law and nephews at their home in Buckinghamshire.  My sister Rachel and her family had a trip to Italy planned for Spring 2020 but this was obviously shelved due to the pandemic.  Never did I imagine upon leaving the UK that it would be nearly two years before we saw each other in-person again.  It was particularly fun to meet her new dog Sandy though; a very cute, lively and mischievous golden Labrador puppy with a penchant for stealing running shoes and food from plates on the table…

Fun times back in the UK, August 2021.

My return journey was a more leisurely trip through Northern France (restrictions had been lifted by this point), deliberately avoiding Switzerland (my unplanned overnight stop in Lucerne on the outbound trip set me back a small fortune) and travelling through Germany, Lichtenstein and Austria instead.  It was more eventful too; I went to an electro-pop night at the curiously-named Le Bistrot de St So in Lille (it is definitely not a bistro), had an incident with an incompetent hotel in Saarbrücken, Germany locking me out at 3am, left my favourite leather jacket behind in a wardrobe in Baden-Württemberg (it has thankfully now been posted back to me in Bari) and even made friends with the friendly owners of a newly-opened Celtic medieval re-enactment bar Taverna Le Madragola in Ferrara, Emilia-Romagna (highly recommended to anyone visiting Ferrara looking for something unusual).  It turns out that the region has Celtic roots and that there’s even a Welsh-speaking town nearby called Baldi. 

Parts of the drive were really stunning though and had an almost meditative-like quality; particularly the remote mountains of Lichtenstein, the area surrounding Innsbruck in Austria and the Alpine countryside near Salem and Friedrichshafen in South Germany.  After travelling through Trentino (I stopped overnight in the pretty town of Lagundo), Emilia-Romagna and final stops in Vasto, Abruzzo and Mattinata in the Gargano National Park, I arrived back in Bari in early September.

The highlights of the return journey back to Bari; Highclere > Lille > Saarbrücken > Salem > Lagundo > Ferrara > Vasto > Mattinata.

At first, it was a little strange to be back. The novelty has well and truly worn off and the city now feels very familiar. After the excitement and merry-go-round of constant socialising whilst being back in Britain, it’s a somewhat grounding experience to be back in a country where you still have limited ability with the native language and where the network of people you know is far smaller.  However, I decided that the solution was to re-immerse myself in Italian culture…

Within a few days of being back in Puglia, I had been to open-air concerts by Niccolò Fabi in Molfetta and Max Gazzè in Mola di Bari; both established and much-loved names from the canon of Italian popular music over the past 25 years.  Along with Daniele Silvestri, they also perform as the Fabi-Silvestri-Gazzè group and whilst virtually unknown in the UK, are national treasures in Italy.  Fabi’s music is more delicate and sincere, whilst Gazzè’s live show was more muscular and leant a lot on the earnestness of Springsteen, as well as some more electronic influences.  

Niccolò Fabi live in Molfetta and Max Gazzè live in Mola di Bari. September 3rd and 5th 2021.

I’ve made it a mission this year to discover more Italian music, in particular those from the underground and alternative spectrum such as Napoli’s Nu Guinea, Bari hardcore band Strebla, local funk / soul artist Walter Celi and electronic producer Indian Wells from San Donato di Ninea in remote Calabria.  I managed to squeeze my trusty cream Fender Strat and a small solid-state modelling amp into my car on the return journey so am hoping to find some likeminded Pugliese musicians to collaborate with this time around.  Bari has some great venues – of all sizes – and a lot of potential for touring. 

I’ve also already managed to get down to the Stadio San Nicola to see SSC Bari play – crazily, nearly two years after my first visit.  In the first game I saw, the team convincingly beat Monterosi Tuscia 4-0 and at the time of writing, are currently sitting top of the table, with a gradual buzz starting to build in the city about the team’s chances.  Perhaps this is the season for that re-promotion to Serie B after all?  Is a return to the David Platt, Paul Rideout and Gordon Cowans-era glory days just around the corner?

SSC Bari 4 – Monterosi Tuscia 0. 5th September 2021.

There have also been a few mini-road trips prior to the start of term; namely to Laureto near Fasano in Puglia, the small town of Ceccano in Lazio (luckily, the town’s annual music festival was taking place the same weekend we visited) and a week-long tour around Calabria, the “toe” of Italy’s boot.  Beginning with a fleeting overnight visit to the Medimex music conference in one of my favourite Italian cities Taranto, I then visited Crotone, Le Castella, Santa Severina, Le Cannella, Pizzo, Tropea, Belvedere Marittimo (the last place I visited just days before the start of the first lockdown in March 2020) and San Donato di Ninea.  With the balmy weather now starting to turn colder, it made sense to enjoy the south whilst it was still hot and to reserve the city breaks for autumn and winter instead (Firenze, Perugia, Roma and Siena, I’ll be coming for you).  

A snapshot of my travels, post-arrival in Bari. In no particular order; Laureto, Lazio, Taranto, the Calabria road trip.

With some new colleagues arriving at my school, there have already been some lively (and late) nights out in Bari, often ending up at the downtown drinking institution Piccolo Bar.  Piccolo’s has been a staple of Bari nightlife for many decades and it seems to close when it wants; 6am or 7am?  No problem.  However, whilst nights out with other teachers are good fun, as with last year, I remain determined to mix with more locals and continue making Italian friends, acquaintances and connections.  My Italian has definitely improved but I think that this year demands for a day per week set aside to learning the language.  The Duolingo app has been very engaging and great for vocabulary but it’s time to up my game…

It was whilst sat on a beach in Tropea a couple of weeks ago that I decided to write down some aims, intentions, goals and themes for the year ahead (you can tell I spent 11 years working in PR).  The ‘to-do list’ section is below:

  • 1.)  Write book number one (whilst I enjoy writing this blog, it technically is never-ending.  A book feels like something more complete – I have some ideas)
  • 2.)  Increase Italian competence (one day a week dedicated to practising?)
  • 3.)  Continue with blog (what you are reading right now)
  • 4.)  Begin business plan (I could be onto something here or I could be dreaming in Cloud Cuckoo Land, let’s see…)
  • 5.)  Explore musical opportunities in Bari and practise guitar 3-4 times a week (for the first time since the age of 16, I’m not playing regularly with other musicians in a band.  However, I do now have two guitars in my flat; an early 1960s Harmony Sovereign acoustic and a Fender Relic Strat, if you happen to be of the guitar geek persuasion).

As you can see, I’m hoping to do rather a lot over the next coming months.  As a result, the Set Your Own Scene blog will become more of an occasional creative outlet for me than something to be updated every week.  Some months might see me posting several articles but then others might be quieter, depending on what else I’m up to.  

Please keep reading though and as always you can keep in touch with me on Instagram @clivedrew and Twitter @CliveD.  

The Festival for the People

Southbank Centre and the Festival of Britain’s legacy

Unlike the nationalistic overtones of the impending Festival of Brexit, the 1951 Festival of Britain championed creativity, design, innovation and science and gave a young generation of architects, planners and creatives a huge platform.  It was incredibly ahead of its time.

By all accounts, post-World War II Britain in the 1940s and early 1950s was a grim, grey and colourless place.  Six years of bombing, air raids and then subsequent debt and austerity left much of the country feeling depressed and disillusioned and rationing remained in place long after the end of war including the much-dreaded state-produced ‘National Loaf’ of bread which was fortified with vitamins and calcium in an attempt to make up for other nutritional deficiencies in the typical daily diet (rationing finally came to an end in 1954 and the loaf was abolished two years later).

Whilst unthinkable today, London was rundown, dirty and scarred with bombsites and many of its buildings were blackened as a result of air pollution.  The now-upmarket North London suburb of Hampstead was at the time, an affordable enclave for artists, writers and creative types and the areas just south of the River Thames around Waterloo and London Bridge were industrial wastelands. 

The initial idea for the Festival of Britain was thought up by The Royal Society of Arts in 1943 who were keen to hold an event to commemorate the centenary of The Great Exhibition of 1851 (held at The Crystal Palace – then situated in Hyde Park) and to raise national morale after the trauma of the war.  The Labour government’s Herbert Morrison soon took charge of the idea and decided that the core focus of the festival should the arts, architecture, science, technology and industrial design.  It was also agreed that there should be no politics at the festival – either explicit or implied.  As a result, Labour-led initiatives such as universal health care and housing for the working class were excluded.  Morrison would go onto serve in Clement Atlee’s government as Foreign Secretary and later become the Leader of the Opposition.  He was raised in South London and was an alumnus of Stockwell Primary School; he was in good cultural company as some 50 years later a certain David Jones (or in future, ‘Bowie’) would also attend the same alma mater. 

There was significant opposition to the idea from the political right and Winston Churchill, in particular hated the idea, labelling it “a state-sponsored jamboree” and “three-dimensional socialist propaganda”.  However, Morrison and his team eventually got the project over the line and the experienced and dynamic left-leaning newspaper editor Gerald Barry was appointed as Festival Director.  He described the Festival of Britain as “a tonic for the nation” and the festival billed itself (albeit, more long-windedly) as “one united act of national reassessment, and one corporate reaffirmation of faith in the nation’s future”.

Postcards of the South Bank festival site showing the Dome of Discovery, Skylon and Royal Festival Hall.

The Festival of Britain involved events and displays taking place all over the country during 1951 and it is thought that over half of Britain’s then-population of 49 million took part in some way.  The centrepiece of the festival was the regeneration of the South Bank site near Waterloo in Central London.  The area was run-down and predominantly industrial and the festival would see the creation of a brand new public space and a walkway along the River Thames, showcasing the principles of international modernist design – a rarity in London at the time.  South Bank was to stage three large, multi-facetted ‘core’ exhibitions, ‘The Land’, ‘The People’ and ‘The Dome of Discovery’.  The latter was a huge aluminium dome with a diameter of 111 metres designed by the architect Ralph Tubbs and designed to house an exhibition championing British exploration and innovation.  It soon became an iconic London structure and a nationwide symbol of the festival.  The Dome of Discovery was almost certainly a significant influence on the Millennium Dome, now The O2 Arena

Another radical new landmark created especially for the festival was Skylon; a futuristic-looking steel tensegrity tower over 90 metres tall that appeared to ‘float’ above the ground.  Situated next to the Dome of Discovery on the stretch of the Thames between Hungerford Bridge and Westminster Bridge, it also quickly became synonymous with the festival and was extremely popular with the public, given the interest in space exploration in the early 1950s.  Having said that, a common jibe at the time was that “(Skylon) had no visible means of support – just like the British economy”. 

Clockwise (from left): 1.) An aerial view of the main South Bank festival site, 1951. 2-3.) Skylon and a view of the site from across the River Thames. 4.) Festival signposts. 5.) A close-up of the Skylon structure. 6-7.) Inside the Dome of Discovery and the dome at night.

Atlee’s Labour party would unexpectedly lose the autumn 1951 snap general election and Winston Churchill’s new Conservative government begin immediately tearing down the majority of the Festival of Britain’s structures, which they saw as symbols of socialism (Churchill’s first official act as Prime Minister was to clear the South Bank site).  These included the iconic Dome of Discovery and Skylon both of which were sold as scrap to a metal dealer in Canning Town.

However, perhaps the two most successful ventures of the Festival of Britain remain to this day; the Lansbury Estate in Poplar, East London and Royal Festival Hall on South Bank.  The ‘Architecture’ element championed what became known as ‘Festival Style’, incorporating international modernism with traditional English quaintness and the Lansbury Estate in East London which had been badly damaged by bombing was identified as a site for regeneration.  The philosophy behind the design of the new estate was that it should be low-density and consist of several ‘neighbourhoods’ – with each one including the various amenities that an area needs to thrive, such as pedestrianised shopping areas, covered markets, churches, old people’s homes and pubs and restaurants, linked by walkways. The Lansbury Estate today, now stands in the shadow of Canary Wharf but it remains very popular with residents.

Royal Festival Hall was the first in a new generation of post-war public concert halls in London and was one of the first venues to be acoustically designed using scientific principles.  The project was led by London County Council’s chief architect (and leading proponent of modernism) Robert Matthew who assembled a team of talented young specialists including architects Leslie MartinEdwin Williams and Peter Moro, as well as furniture designer Robin Day, his wife textile expert Lucienne Day and acoustic consultant Hope Bagenal. The vision of the hall and its numerous wide, open foyers was for it to “become a space for all” and not to include segregated bars and lobbies for different ticket holders, as was the case with most of the concert halls of the previous century. The auditorium itself was radical too; designed democratically so that it had “no bad seats”, cantilevered boxes resembling “open drawers” and unusually, it was located on the building’s upper floors – an early 1948 sketch described it as “the egg in a box”.  

Royal Festival Hall in the 1950s and the iconic publicity poster for the festival.

Built predominantly from reinforced concrete (particularly in vogue with modernist architects at the time), this was combined with more luxurious materials such as polished wood and metal, white limestone and glass.  The generous use of glass was intended to connect the building to the communal terrace spaces outside and its white limestone exterior was chosen to deliberately contrast with the then-blackened city surrounding it.  There were some radical touches with the interior furnishing too; the now-famous ‘net and ball carpet’ that runs through the foyers and floating staircase was created by Peter Moro and Leslie Martin – partly inspired by oscilloscope sound waves (and also an apple that was on Martin’s desk).  The hall’s foyers’ numerous plywood chairs have also achieved cult-like status and most of the ones used today are Arne Jacobsen Series 7 Chairs, designed in 1955.  

1.) Inside Royal Festival Hall and its famous armchairs and ‘net and ball’ carpet. 2.) The festival’s core design team; Robert Matthew, Leslie Martin, Peter Moro and Edwin Williams.

The designers’ dream for Royal Festival Hall was for it to become ‘The People’s Palace’.  A place where everyone could go to socialise, have meetings or just relax and enjoy the views across the Thames that it offers – regardless of whether they were going to a concert there or not.  I first encountered Royal Festival Hall in 2001.  I was doing the first of two work placements at NME (New Musical Express) – then based at IPC Media’s King’s Reach Tower, nearby on Stamford Street, Waterloo.  My Dad and I had wandered there whilst exploring the area along South Bank the weekend before and stumbled upon a free piano recital taking place in its light and airy downstairs lobby.  During the week, it seemed like the ideal place to go and grab a quick sandwich during my lunch break at NME.  At first it felt almost as if I had snuck into the sumptuous, open-plan foyer by mistake – I was shocked that anyone could just walk in off the street and enjoy the space.

During my London years, the RFH foyers and terraces played host to countless meetings with friends, work contacts, visiting Americans and I remember one particularly lively evening early in my PR career entertaining a group of thirsty technology journalists there.  I have seen the likes of Annie Nightingale DJ and Tuto Puone perform in the open-plan Clore Ballroom on the lower level and John Cooper Clarke, Johnny Marr & Nile Rodgers, Stewart Lee, the Manics, Mogwai and The Motown Orchestra all play in the 2,700-capacity ‘egg box’ auditorium upstairs.  The auditorium also hosts the annual Meltdown Festival (past curators have included David Bowie, Lee Scratch Perry, Patti Smith and Scott Walker), as well as being the location of Love and Arthur Lee’s celebratory comeback gigs in 2003 after his release from prison in California.  This show would later be officially released as the Forever Changes Concert.

Royal Festival Hall’s airy foyers and terraces and inside its auditorium.

Things weren’t always so culturally lofty at the hall though.  A group of us, including my mate Scott, went to see a line-up of alternative comedians from the 1980s (curated by Stewart Lee) there in May 2011 and during the interval a play fight broke out that may have culminated in a “bundle” (or “pile-on” if you happen to be American).  As we all returned to our feet, the first person we saw was an unimpressed Frank Skinner looking towards us disdainfully.  On another occasion five years ago, my Welsh pal Mark and I had been on the anti-Brexit protest march around Westminster.  Post-march we decided to go and have a couple of pints at the Duke of Sussex, just off Lower Marsh.  After the pub, we popped into Royal Festival Hall and saw that that it was staging some sort of meditation-inspired exhibition and that the floor of the lobby had been completely covered in fake grass and bean bags.  A little sleepy from the march and the American Pale Ale, we temporarily lay down on the fake grass and were both fast asleep in minutes.  We woke up a little disorientated half an hour later.  Probably not the sort of response the exhibition was looking for, but then again RFH is “a space for all”

Royal Festival Hall is the one surviving structure of the original 1951 Festival of Britain site.  In the decades following the festival, more cultural and artistic venues were built in the area including the BFI SouthbankHayward GalleryThe National TheatrePurcell Room and Queen Elizabeth Hall.  The area became renowned for the arts and creativity and the complex is now known as the Southbank Centre.  Whilst, it was an arguable travesty that the pioneering Dome of Discovery and Skylon were demolished so quickly after the original festival, the site the dome occupied is now home to Jubilee Gardens and the London Eye and this stretch of the river is now one of the most-visited by tourists in the whole of London.  In 2007, Royal Festival Hall paid tribute to the original Skylon by naming its new restaurant in its honour.  Since 1981 it has also been given Grade I-protected status – the first post-war building to be recognised in this way.

Royal Festival Hall today.

Perhaps the most important legacy of the festival though, is that it acted as a springboard in the careers of so many young architects, curators, designers, producers and writers who were involved in the creation of its numerous areas and exhibitions.  The start-up incubator of its day, perhaps.  The key architects involved in the launch of the festival all went onto have long and successful careers, designers such as Lucienne and Robin Day, Abram Games and Ernest Race became synonymous with mid-century Festival Style and a young Patience Gray got her first ‘break’ contributing to the displays inside ‘The Country Pavilion’ with the designer FHK Henrion.  The Baku-born designer Sir Misha Black worked alongside Gray and Henrion, masterminded the ‘Upstream’ area and co-designed the Dome of Discovery.  His daughter Julia said after Black’s death in 1977; “as for Henrion and my father, the Festival of Britain really made their careers”. 

In many ways, the festival was a signpost for the 1960s – a decade of radical change in Britain, and the rest of the world.  During the warmer evenings, outdoor dancing under moonlight was encouraged in the open space behind Royal Festival Hall (in Julian Hendy’s 2011 BBC documentary an elderly lady called Jean recalls how she met her future husband there) and there was even a dedicated ‘Dance Pavilion’ downstream at the Battersea Pleasure Gardens (maybe the Silver Hayes area at Glastonbury could consider rebranding for 2022?).  The dancing was accompanied by live music and saw some of the first-ever performances by Trinidadian steel pan groups in the UK. The Trinidad All Steel Percussion Orchestra (TASPO) was invited to perform at the festival in summer 1951 and this would have been the first time the British public would have been exposed to this kind of music.  It proved to be extremely popular and many of the musicians in the orchestra would stay in Britain long after the festival to pursue their love of music and to help increase knowledge about steel pans.  TASPO member and calypso pioneer Sterling Betancourt MBE settled in London and would co-found the Notting Hill Children Street Festival in 1964.  This would later evolve into the Notting Hill Carnival – Europe’s largest street event with an average annual attendance of two million.

The proposed £120 million Festival of Brexit planned for 2022 would do well to learn from the pioneering and futuristic festival that took place on South Bank some 71 years earlier.

Julien Hendy’s 2011 documentary ‘Festival of Britain: A Brave New World’, featuring contributions from Roger Allam and Dominic Sandbrook is available to watch on YouTube below.

The second coming of ‘Super 8’; remembering The Screenbeats

This is the first in a series of three posts looking back at my former band The Screenbeats / The Shake / The Immediate which was active from circa 2003 until 2011. There’ll be some never-seen-before photos and video footage, amusing anecdotes and hopefully these articles will provide some sort of glimpse into what life was like for a group navigating the choppy waters of the DIY music scene in the mid-noughties.

15 years ago this summer…

My old band The Screenbeats (also previously known as The Immediate and The Shake) recorded what would become our first proper release on Rowed Out Records‘Troubled Scene’ at Gizzard Studios, Hackney Wick with the ace analogue engineer Ed Deegan who had previously worked with our favourites The Cribs, Holly Golightly, The Fall and later, Michael Kiwanuka.  We recorded the EP whilst the 2006 World Cup was taking place and made ourselves comfortable in a nearby East London industrial estate pub on the Saturday afternoon to watch England play Portugal, strongly encouraging Ed to come and join us.  England only went and got knocked out on penalties and we then had to return to the studio to finish the day’s session at 7.30pm with us all of us feeling somewhat deflated…

Halcyon days at Gizzard Studios, Hackney Wick. 2005-6.

14 years ago…

We launched the more adventurous and soulful follow-up EP ‘Pounds Signs & Foreign Villains’ (also recorded at Gizzard Studios with Ed), with an actually-quite-busy show at the famous Dublin Castle in Camden Town.  I started the morning in Southampton where I was working for the summer at a language school, took the train up to Cardiff to sit an exam during the day and then made my way to North London for the gig that evening, before taking the night train back to Southampton afterwards.  One of the more restful days…

Onstage at The Dublin Castle, Camden Town. August 2007.

13 years ago

We decamped to South Wales for an eventful weekend (we stayed at my flat in Cardiff) over the Easter period and recorded a set of songs with Gethin Pearson (Kele Okereke, Charlie XCX, Crystal Fighters, Badly Drawn Boy) in Pontypool, including an early version of ‘Hanging On’ and what we felt was our strongest song yet, ‘Super 8’.  Gethin now has his own residential studio and you can find out more about his work on Big Life Management’s site here

Also, 13 years ago

We filmed a video for ‘Super 8’ in Dinas Powys in the Vale of Glamorgan with Cardiff-based film-makers Skin and Sledge.  The video sadly disappeared from YouTube a few years ago but happily, and with Skin’s help posting the master copy to me, it’s now back online in all its glory once again.  Hopefully in perpetuity this time.

The Screenbeats – ‘Super 8’

I had met Skin and Sledge in The Mackintosh pub in Cathays, Cardiff (and later Clwb Ifor Bach) – as is often the case with the most productive of meetings.  They were a good laugh and kindly offered to storyboard and shoot a video for us free of charge – they enjoyed the creative process and it was something for their portfolio too.  

Stills from the ‘Super 8’ video shoot. June 14th 2008.

We shot the video on 14th June 2008, the day after my final university summer ball so I was suitably rough around the edges that morning.  However, we were blessed with a warm, sunny day (not always the case in Wales) and Skin and Sledge’s concept of a ‘Mexican vampire party’ turned out to be something of a masterstroke.  It was a long day of filming and our drummer at the time couldn’t make it but we still were happy with the end results.  We filmed the closing scenes of the video in my shared flat in Cardiff and when a group friends turned up ahead of a night out later that evening, they were suitably bemused by the black plastic sheets taped to the walls and the people walking around in supposed traditional ‘Mexican’ dress. 

The Screenbeats; a potted history 

I was in this band from the age of 16 until I was nearly 24.  The first time I met singer Faye and bassist Roger we had to sit outside the Newbury pub we were in and they smuggled pints of beer out to me on the sly (the legal drinking age in the UK is 18).  We had three names; starting life as The Immediate, then becoming The Shake and finally settling on The Screenbeats after being threatened with legal action on not one, but two separate occasions.  An Irish band called The Immediate had been picked up by Fierce Panda Records in 2005 and we received a letter from their lawyer ordering us to change our name as both bands had started to get some radio airplay and it was making things confusing for journalists and DJs alike.  We had been using the name for over two years but we didn’t have the funds or legal expertise to challenge them so acquiesced.  The same thing then happened two years later when an American band called Shakes got signed to a major label and their legal team got in touch.  We chose to change our name to The Screenbeats as we were pretty sure it was unique and there wouldn’t be another band with the same name. 

Two of the earliest photos of The Immediate / The Shake. Waterside Centre and Northcroft, both Newbury. October 2004 and July 2005 (photo: Newbury Weekly News).

The band’s core nucleus was distinctive, soulful vocalist Faye, ever-reliable bassist Roger whose melodic playing became a key part of our sound and myself on guitar (excitable, something of a liability at times but I think I also brought a certain energy).  We had as many permanent drummers as we did names; my schoolmate and supremely-talented jazz percussionist Joost (2004 – 2007), the self-confessed vegan ‘posi-punk’ Alex (2007-8) and our final drummer Praag (2008 – 2011) who brought a degree of calmness and sophistication to proceedings.  We also had two notable temporary drummers – the inimitable Newbury character Nick and South East Londoner Haydn, my pal from university.  

In the beginning; Row 1; various promo shoots – all taken in Newbury, 2004. Row 2; the cover art to our first demo CD as The Immediate (2004) featuring an early version of ‘All The Rage’. Our first ever London gig at Southern K, Kilburn in July 2004. Row 3; live at Newbury Corn Exchange, November 2004. Our new ‘The Shake’ branding and logo following our enforced 2005 name change.

We played over 300 gigs with our various line-ups from every corner of London to Southampton to Cardiff to Leicester to Birmingham to Bristol (and everywhere in-between).  There are too many stories and capers to recall them all but being in the band was very much an education for all of us.  We learned how to occupy ourselves for hours in between our soundcheck and stage time, not to mention the long journeys – either by train or in Rog’s trusty van.  “What would you do for a five-album record deal?” and “speak in pirate language for an hour” were just two of our favourite ways of passing the time.  There was also great excitement when we once spotted the late magician Paul Daniels and Debbie McGee at a motorway petrol station on our way home from a gig at The Sunflower Lounge in Birmingham too.  From memory, I think Joost snuck a photo through the passenger window as we drove away…

We also met all manner of people vaguely connected to the music business; from the absolute diamonds (you hold onto these people), to the well-intentioned but hapless, to the absolute scumbags.  The second-ever London show we played in 2004 at Sound, Leicester Square springs to mind as an example for the latter; we had sold 50 tickets at £10 each and the promoter still kept all of the proceeds.  We even had to use the venue’s guitar amp (we weren’t allowed to bring our own due to space constraints on the stage) and this stopped working halfway through our set meaning we had an impromptu midway interlude. You live and you learn from these experiences though and it’s amazing how many of these people – the good and bad – I would meet again during my career in my 20s.  

More in my next follow-up post about the very best and very worst gigging experiences we had and some other tales about life on the road.

A selection of photos from the early days of the band including a raucous party at The Colony Club, Greenham (complete with stage invasion), The Halfmoon in Putney, the Farringdon Betsey Trotwood, Newbury Northcroft and Joost’s farewell gig with us at The Late Lounge in Newbury. All December 2004 – January 2007.

An ode to the London live music venues of yesteryear

The story of The Middle Earth; London’s radical first underground club 

Pre-Covid (will we refer to this time as ‘P.C.’ in years to come?), I lived for going to gigs and I’ve always found live music venues and their history fascinating.  My sister Rachel helped kick-start this obsession as a teenager when she bought me the book ‘Rock and Roll London’ by Max Wooldridge – containing a foreword by the provocative Sex Pistols and New York Dolls impresario Malcolm McLaren. 

I spent two weeks staying with her in Bermondsey, South London in 2002 and again in 2004 whilst doing work experience at NME magazine, then based in King’s Reach Tower, Waterloo.  At NME, the workies would be allowed to leave the office at 4.30pm but my sister wouldn’t finish work in Covent Garden until nearer 6pm so I’d use this hour and a half to wander around Central London with the ‘Rock and Roll London’ book in hand tracking down the city’s various musical landmarks.  

From the Sex Pistols’ notorious squat at 6 Denmark Street to Syd Barrett’s former pad on Earlham Street to the site of Trident Studios (where Bowie recorded ‘Ziggy Stardust’, amongst countless others) on St Anne’s Court in Soho, making a pilgrimage to these hallowed haunts was a fun way to pass the time and it helped me to become familiar with the more obscure streets of Soho, Fitzrovia, Mayfair and Covent Garden.  Ironically, these areas would be where I would spend much of my PR career ten years later. 

I secretly hoped that some of the musical magic of the city would rub off on me and I began spending increasing amounts of time on Denmark Street (London’s Tin Pan Alley) after finishing work at NME, trying out various guitars that I had no intention (or financial means, being only 15 at the time) of buying.  The assistants in shops like Andy’s GuitarsMacari’s and Wunjo, many of them aspiring musicians themselves, didn’t seem to mind though and were very accommodating; courteously getting down the vintage Fender Jaguar or rare Gibson Melody Maker that I’d asked to test out from the display wall.  One evening after work, I spotted Coldplay guitarist Jonny Buckland out shopping for guitars on Denmark Street.  Although personally not a huge fan, in 2002 they had just released their 10 x platinum album ‘A Rush Of Blood To The Head’ and were fast on their way to becoming the stadium band we all know today so I figured out that I was in the right place.

I was also fascinated by former punk clubs The Roxy on Neal Street, The Vortex on Wardour Street and Louise’s on Poland Street, as well as the early folk and skiffle venues Les Cousins on Greek Street and the 2i’s Coffee Bar on Old Compton Street.  On Wardour Street, I tracked down both the influential jazz, R&B and calypso club The Flamingo and the radical, unofficial HQ of the New Romantic movement The WAG Club, as well as the three incarnations of the world-famous Marquee Club on Oxford Street, Wardour Street and finally Charing Cross Road. 

Clockwise (from top left); 1.) Dave Vanian of The Damned onstage at The Roxy (photo: Derek Ridgers). 2.) The queue outside The Roxy on Neal Street. 3.) Siouxsie & The Banshees at The Vortex (photo: Ray Stevenson) 4.) The Sex Pistols outside their Denmark Street squat 5.) A flyer for The Vortex featuring The Buzzcocks, The Fall and John Cooper Clarke 6.) Malcom McLaren, Steve Jones, Glen Matlock, Marco Pirroni and pals get the drinks in at Louise’s, Poland Street.

Clockwise (from top left); 1.) Kids in mod attire outside The Flamingo on Wardour Street 2.) The entrance to The WAG Club 3.) Bill Kent at the 2i’s Coffee Bar, Old Compton Street 4.) The Marquee on Wardour Street, Soho in 1975 5.) and 6.) Donovan and a young Paul Simon perform at Les Cousins on Greek Street (photo: Ian Anderson).

Then there was The Middle Earth at 43 King Street in Covent Garden – London’s first ‘underground’ venue and prior to that, England’s first-ever boxing club, before closing its doors in 1936.  Housed in the large basement of the palatial 18th century Baroque mansion Russell House, the oldest remaining building in Covent Garden Piazza (built in 1717 for Admiral Russell, the First Earl of Orford), The Middle Earth for a short period in the mid-late 1960s was the most exciting hippie club in London. The direct successor to the UFO Club (“U-Fo”, to those in the know) on Tottenham Court Road, the club’s Saturday night house DJ was future Radio 1 broadcaster John Peel and it hosted shows by illuminati such as Syd Barrett-era Pink Floyd, David Bowie, The Electric Prunes, Ike & Tina Turner, Marc Bolan’s Tyrannosaurus Rex, Soft Machine, Tim Buckley, The Who, The Byrds (featuring Gram Parsons), Jefferson Airplane, Fairport Convention, Zoot Money and Captain Beefheart.  

A selection of line-up posters for The Middle Earth including The Doors at its later home of The Roundhouse in Camden Town.

During the day, the cellar that played host to The Middle Earth doubled up as a storage space used by the nearby fruit and vegetable market.  By evening, the stench of rotting fruit and veg, combined with the fumes from the club’s numerous incense burners was said to be somewhat intoxicating.  Bizarrely, the venue’s ‘bar’ sold mainly apples, rather than alcoholic drinks.  The club was famous for its floor-to-ceiling film projections, liquid slides and light shows, and hosted poetry and plays, as well as live music.  One notable production was by The Tribe of the Psychedelic Mushroom who performed a play based on The Tibetan Book of the Dead.  Far out, man. 

John Peel introducing Marc Bolan’s Tyrannosaurus Rex (a nascent version of T. Rex) onstage at The Middle Earth.  ‘Sarah Crazy Child’.  November 1967.

As with the UFO, The Middle Earth’s lifespan was a brief one.  Its doors usually opened at around 10pm with revellers finally emerging into the Covent Garden daylight around 8am and the police were highly suspicious of these bleary-eyed hippies who had been spending all night down in Russell House’s basement.  The psychedelic club was finally closed down in 1968 after a police drugs raid, during which a curious device known as ‘The Trip Machine’ was dismantled and then confiscated.  The team behind The Middle Earth went on to host events in a former Victorian railway turning shed, The Roundhouse in Camden Town.  Acts to perform at these events would include The Doors, playing their only non-festival UK shows and the first gig by Led Zeppelin in 1968.  

When I first visited 43 King Street in 2002, the building was still empty and in a semi-derelict state, but it has now been restored to its former glory and the upper ground floor has been taken over by the flagship store of high-end Brazilian shoe brand Melissa.  Its four-bedroom penthouse flat occupying the top two floors was recently listed for £7.75 million.  

The Roxy on Neal Street, once the stamping ground of The Clash, Siouxsie & The Banshees and renegade film-makers Don Letts and Julien Temple is now the flagship London branch of Speedo swimwear.  The Vortex at 203 Wardour Street is part of the Simmons Bar chain.  Louise’s is the site of bougie private members club and cocktail bar Milk & Honey.  The location of The Flamingo and in later years, The WAG Club is now home to Irish pub chain O’Neill’s (although its upstairs function room is called ‘The Flamingo Room’ in a nod to the building’s history).  Only the 2i’s Coffee Bar has stayed vaguely connected to its musical roots.  In 2021, it is the retro-themed Poppie’s Fish & Chips restaurant (I spent some time freelancing in an office opposite) but as you head down to its basement-level dining room, a bright neon sign declares; ‘The 2i’s Coffee Bar; Home to the Stars’.  

However, cities are constantly changing and evolving and different areas and movements will pick up the mantle when it comes to clubs, the arts and creative industries.  As Kierkegaard once noted;

“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”  

Soren Kierkegaard

We can take great inspiration from places like The Middle Earth and The WAG Club and the counterculture scenes they spawned but can only learn and build from them as we look towards future generations.

In my next post, I’ll be looking at why despite the huge economic hardship caused by the pandemic, it’s not all doom and gloom for London’s live music circuit.  

The WAG Club on Wardour Street became one of London’s coolest nightspots in the 1980s and was a fixture of the city’s alternative nightlife until finally closing its doors in 2001. The club was the brainchild of Chris Sullivan, a dandily-dressed Welshman and soul music obsessive and a genuine community formed around the club. In 2008 and 2009 my old band The Screenbeats played a couple of shows at Chris’ stylish new Cardiff venue Tabu. The most memorable gig was a Primal Scream aftershow party; we didn’t go onstage until 1am and playing to an audience including Bobby Gillespie, Andrew Innes, Barrie Cadogan and bizarrely Kermit from Black Grape was surreal to say the least.

Clockwise (from top left); 1.) The WAG Club community celebrating its 10th anniversary 2.) The WAG’s patrons included David Bowie, Naomi Campbell, Boy George, KRS-One and Neneh Cherry (pictured) 3.) and 4.) Photos of some of The WAG’s regulars 5.) – 7.) The club’s distinctive interior .