Mick Wilson says hello,
"Ladies and gentlemen I bid you good day, good day I say"
It was a rainy afternoon that brought me to Chester, the land of Hollyoaks (I hate the show), and a favour for a friend from the days of Cream. He and his merry bunch provide Chestonians with their very own slice of quality entertainment, and in this small underground (it's in a basement) bar/club was where the jolly-ment would take place. A musical fiesta (I am trying to make this sound as continental as I possibly can) that brought the sunshine to the north western hamlet (well it's hardly Barcelona but it still represents).
Imagine that little basement club in the old town of Ibiza, music pumping out a hypnotic sensation and the crowd small as it may be (the place holds around 100 people) dancing as they worship at the feet of the DJ… The sexually filled tension of the dirty-grooved house music, girls bopping away oh so sweetly, the boys just have to admire, then it just goes up another level… This was Chester on a damp Saturday night… Smiling faces who were the essence of what it is all about; enjoyment of music, music, music, I say….
Neil, 'can't get wood' Woody was our circus master who made my trip a veritable delight as well as my travelling entourage who were treated with equal splendour. We all enjoyed our now occasional stray to the Northern delights that was once home to the travelling armies of Cream fanatics… His merry men who also made this a pleasurable visit were a credit to their nation (Town).
And so I hope that this small, secret club for friends and music lovers will go from strength to strength, pulling in the occasional name that will put a smile to the face of the once so loyal of loyals the people who are our Great British Music Lover!!!!!!
"Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves, Britain never never ever shall be SLAVES"
Er, well it is world cup time init.
