Keep the Faith

After two years, I have finally plucked up the courage to go to a Northern Soul event. I reread this old blog entry in preparation, and it has fired me up to give it a go.


I want  to time travel, right now. To drop in to an event, a gig, a scene  like a stone in a well, and immerse myself. Bathe in the moment, and only come up for air when sated.  Given the choice, the full gamut of happenings, I’d pick a Northern Soul event hands down. A real one. In the North of England. Forty years ago. I have saturated my brain with footage from the epicentres of this beautiful, wonderful dance form, but always want more. I have drunk in the music, pondered the so- called ‘origins’ of it, and even sought out rare soul 45’s in a bid to understand it. Ultimately though, I think that the true joy of Northern Soul is that it is indefinable. No one person dances in exactly the same way. Everybody seems to interpret the off-beat rhythms differently. Yet people tap in to…

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    1. Tom Tide says:

      Cheers Mike! I just need to learn to dance now!


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