the bettajive review magazine #42
Dani West brought her Country Rockabilly sound to Ibstock recently.
Here we are with issue #42. A little smaller than last month I grant you. Events have been a little thin on the ground this past few weeks. Next month however we will have a full review of the Rhythm Riot at it's new location in Great Yarmouth. Check out their promotional advert lower on this page for details.
It has been a huge task for the Riot's organisers to source and relocate to a new venue, having been ensconced at the Camber Sands site since it's inception in the late 1990s. Little has changed with the quality of the acts and DJs, it's just a pile of bricks in a different part of the UK, where everyone can make new memories. Do you want to go? Have a word with them, you might well be able to join the grand opening at the Vauxhall site
It has been a huge task for the Riot's organisers to source and relocate to a new venue, having been ensconced at the Camber Sands site since it's inception in the late 1990s. Little has changed with the quality of the acts and DJs, it's just a pile of bricks in a different part of the UK, where everyone can make new memories. Do you want to go? Have a word with them, you might well be able to join the grand opening at the Vauxhall site
The Bettajive Review
The location. A town centre, a lone male walks down a street into a town square, as the church clock indicates, it’s nearly noon. It’s later in the year, the sun is not so powerful as the summer, though the gleam is more than the apologetic smudge you briefly get in the winter. The man is wearing a gabardine zipper jacket, jeans, Redwing shoes and a baker boy hat. He stands near a statue of a well-known local character. in the town square.
In a nearby café, a man in similar clothing, reads a newspaper, occasionally bending the corner down to survey the unfolding scene outside. Above the square, a train has arrived at the railway station. A third man in a plaid 1950’s jacket alights from the carriage, and stands at the top of the stairs to the platform. A woman in a Pendleton jacket and jeans, joins him. They observe the first man with a knowing gaze
Something is afoot, something is about to go down. But what? A small child making his plastic aircraft fly with appropriate noises, is suddenly scooped up by their mother and they run into a shop. The shopkeeper closes the door behind them, and turns the ‘open’ sign, to ‘closed’, looking agitatedly from side to side through the small glass pane. You could almost hear Ennio Morricone’s ’60 Seconds to What?’ from ‘For a Few Dollars More’ playing along to this scenario. Suddenly, there’s movement from another street. The first man holds an ear-bud to his ear and sideways glances to the couple at the top of the stairs. “This looks like him” says the woman.
“How many? he replies
“Four” she confirms
The man in the café, folds down his paper and finishes his coffee, and watches, as four guys stride into the square, clad in denim and leather. Two people in a jolly alcohol induced mood, exit a pub into the square, and realising something’s about to go down, retreat back into it. Three guys stand back as the fourth walks forward to speak to the man in the gabardine jacket. The couple on the train station stairs start to walk down them slowly, one step at a time.
The man in denim looks at the man in gabardine. “You brought it?” he asks. “Yeah, did you bring the money?” comes the response, as he offers out the bag. The man in denim holds out an envelope. “You can count it, it’s all there”, he says, taking hold of the bag. The money is indeed, all there. The man in denim opens the bag as his friends walk forward, looking into it and glances are exchanged.
The location. A town centre, a lone male walks down a street into a town square, as the church clock indicates, it’s nearly noon. It’s later in the year, the sun is not so powerful as the summer, though the gleam is more than the apologetic smudge you briefly get in the winter. The man is wearing a gabardine zipper jacket, jeans, Redwing shoes and a baker boy hat. He stands near a statue of a well-known local character. in the town square.
In a nearby café, a man in similar clothing, reads a newspaper, occasionally bending the corner down to survey the unfolding scene outside. Above the square, a train has arrived at the railway station. A third man in a plaid 1950’s jacket alights from the carriage, and stands at the top of the stairs to the platform. A woman in a Pendleton jacket and jeans, joins him. They observe the first man with a knowing gaze
Something is afoot, something is about to go down. But what? A small child making his plastic aircraft fly with appropriate noises, is suddenly scooped up by their mother and they run into a shop. The shopkeeper closes the door behind them, and turns the ‘open’ sign, to ‘closed’, looking agitatedly from side to side through the small glass pane. You could almost hear Ennio Morricone’s ’60 Seconds to What?’ from ‘For a Few Dollars More’ playing along to this scenario. Suddenly, there’s movement from another street. The first man holds an ear-bud to his ear and sideways glances to the couple at the top of the stairs. “This looks like him” says the woman.
“How many? he replies
“Four” she confirms
The man in the café, folds down his paper and finishes his coffee, and watches, as four guys stride into the square, clad in denim and leather. Two people in a jolly alcohol induced mood, exit a pub into the square, and realising something’s about to go down, retreat back into it. Three guys stand back as the fourth walks forward to speak to the man in the gabardine jacket. The couple on the train station stairs start to walk down them slowly, one step at a time.
The man in denim looks at the man in gabardine. “You brought it?” he asks. “Yeah, did you bring the money?” comes the response, as he offers out the bag. The man in denim holds out an envelope. “You can count it, it’s all there”, he says, taking hold of the bag. The money is indeed, all there. The man in denim opens the bag as his friends walk forward, looking into it and glances are exchanged.
What selling online and meeting in person feels like :)
“Oh man, what an unbelievable shirt, you sure you only want forty quid for it? Guys check out this shirt”. They all look. “No, you’re alright, forty’s fair for it, it’s not original 50’s”
“But it’s so cool, let me at least buy you a coffee in that café over there”
“Ok”
They shake hands, the couple come down from the stairs and join them, introductions are made, and they join the guy in the café. People return to their daily business and all is good in the town square. It looks like an end scene in Dr Quinn Medicine Woman to be honest
That my friends, is what it’s like, dealing face to face with a buyer, who has purchased something from you online, and wants to meet up to pay for it!!
“But it’s so cool, let me at least buy you a coffee in that café over there”
“Ok”
They shake hands, the couple come down from the stairs and join them, introductions are made, and they join the guy in the café. People return to their daily business and all is good in the town square. It looks like an end scene in Dr Quinn Medicine Woman to be honest
That my friends, is what it’s like, dealing face to face with a buyer, who has purchased something from you online, and wants to meet up to pay for it!!
Comedown. As each weekender passes, and we all get steadily older (I was going to say mature but hey ho), I must admit that what’s generally called the ‘comedown’ seems to get worse. And it’s not just me if you look around a weekender site when you’re there. Part of it must be the anticipation of the event in the first place. Sometimes on internet sites, people in online groups count down the days to the event ‘Ooo, it’s Christmas Day, and my case is packed for Hemsby/Rave/Riot/Other – please specify, how many sleeps til then?’ Sheesh! It’s good and it will get here already, but it will be gone even quicker.
The thing is that most of our weekenders are almost like a capsule, where like-minded people assemble to celebrate their love of rockin’ music, cars, lifestyle, clothes and things of that ilk. I tell customers wherever we are working at the time, where we’re off to, nine times out of ten they either do a shuffle of the feet, or raising of alternate shoulders and recount ‘Shake Rattle and Roll’ or at least those three words! I’ve tried to explain that it’s not a fancy-dress weekend with secretive handshakes and exaggerated theatrical winks, but like a blunt needle, it’s pointless.
The expectancy is enhanced as the weekender draws ever nearer. With increasing anticipation, you will set out for the event, what you consider to be a good hour. Half the time the journey gets punctuated by the police shutting an entire road network because a piece of wood fell off a lorry. Instead of picking it up and moving it, or having a word with the transit van (other light commercial vehicles are available) full of heavy geezers in the traffic queue to help, nay nay and thrice nay. Let’s redirect everyone through the smallest village with the grass still growing in the middle of the road and the locals shaking their fist at you like and Ealing Comedy.
When you eventually arrive at the venue, the expectation has reached fever pitch. Look there’s so and so, what are they wearing, have they seen what’s behind them lately? Oh, and there’s thingmy and whassername, I thought they’d split up. Oh no, here comes whojamaflip, we’ll never get to our chalet/caravan/shed now, they haven’t seen us….b*gger they have. ‘Hello, so lovely to see you’ you fib fib fibbety fib.
Perfectly packed items are distributed, clothes sorted and ironed for the second time in 24 hours! What time does it start? 7.30, good grief that’s two hours away, better start getting ready. The pace is ratcheting up yet more and the juices are flowing, metaphorically speaking, not just the beer from the bar either. The first DJ plays some jive music and you’re there, dive in, swim around, float on air, slip on beer/fruit juice/prosecco/bottle tops/sputum, bump into people, hug and be hugged, m-wah and be m-wahed (air kisses if you don’t know), listen to inane and banal chatter and unusually find it rather interesting, consider the chagillionth version of ‘Matchbox’ moderately good, laugh like a hyena, drink like a storm drain (if you’re that way inclined) and eat café food that you wouldn’t normally touch with someone else’s bargepole. Sleep on a bed that’s bowl shaped on a mattress with no boing and pillows the thickness of playing cards, in a glorified shed or open prison block. You’re at a weekender dagnabit!
The Saturday night is ecstasy, rapture, bliss. You’ve already had one or two nights so far, and your surrounded by wonderful sounds, sharply dressed mates and enjoying some quality rockin’, boppin’, and jivin’.
Then it happens…suddenly…it’s Sunday!!! Not only is it Sunday, but it’s the afternoon and the balance is tipping against you and your fellow weekender-ites. The boot sale is over, the café is serving roast dinners, the last couple of afternoon acts have played. The hall in the evening is well populated to start with, the sounds are there still, but suddenly, you can almost feel a vacuum, and it’s drawing people toward the exit. The vacuum is called ‘normality’ and is sucking the life out of the weekender into a vortex from which there is no return. Steadily the groups end their sessions on stage, the stage hands break down the amps and stuff. The DJ calls for everyone to join in the end of show party and whilst those that remain still get down to the sounds, it almost with a hint of melancholy. The ‘comedown’ begins.
The decent is steep, because Monday means that Joe and Jo Public are going to work, thus making a clattering row that wakes you prematurely. Suddenly that fun space that was your chalet is a hateful hovel that looks like someone flung a grenade into it. Turn off the music, take down your window dressings and get packing. Items that fitted neatly into your cases have doubled in size. How does it happen? You ate all your food, drank all the drink, so why is there no space. Bags that were reserved for just laundry suddenly have couple of packets of crisps and some CDs rammed in with wet towels.
Finally, the vehicle is loaded, it’s fuller than when you left, and the passenger will have to have a bag on her lap such is the lack of space. Through the slanting rain (why does it always rain on the Monday) he sits in the car and waits for her, here she comes…..with a bag! I’ve heard heated exchanges where she’s informed that there’s no room in the car, and either the bag is left behind, or she is.
The drive home heralds the finality, look at those saddos on their way to work, that’s you in a day or so. And why people, why, does your perfectly fragrant home you left last week, smell like someone’s poo-ed in your lounge on your return? Why despite emptying the bins when you left, did a fish scale get missed that has multiplied into a green sludge that is taking over your kitchen. Why has everything rotted in your fridge to the point where you have your own personal penicillin culture? Do curry house people wait for you to leave before pushing every leaflet they own through your door. Same with bills!
Laundry takes a week to get through, you eventually catch up on sleep three weeks later, and your post weekender grocery shop costs a king’s ransom.
Reality is cr*p, be honest readers. And yet in a month or two we’ll be doing it all again…How many sleeps?
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The thing is that most of our weekenders are almost like a capsule, where like-minded people assemble to celebrate their love of rockin’ music, cars, lifestyle, clothes and things of that ilk. I tell customers wherever we are working at the time, where we’re off to, nine times out of ten they either do a shuffle of the feet, or raising of alternate shoulders and recount ‘Shake Rattle and Roll’ or at least those three words! I’ve tried to explain that it’s not a fancy-dress weekend with secretive handshakes and exaggerated theatrical winks, but like a blunt needle, it’s pointless.
The expectancy is enhanced as the weekender draws ever nearer. With increasing anticipation, you will set out for the event, what you consider to be a good hour. Half the time the journey gets punctuated by the police shutting an entire road network because a piece of wood fell off a lorry. Instead of picking it up and moving it, or having a word with the transit van (other light commercial vehicles are available) full of heavy geezers in the traffic queue to help, nay nay and thrice nay. Let’s redirect everyone through the smallest village with the grass still growing in the middle of the road and the locals shaking their fist at you like and Ealing Comedy.
When you eventually arrive at the venue, the expectation has reached fever pitch. Look there’s so and so, what are they wearing, have they seen what’s behind them lately? Oh, and there’s thingmy and whassername, I thought they’d split up. Oh no, here comes whojamaflip, we’ll never get to our chalet/caravan/shed now, they haven’t seen us….b*gger they have. ‘Hello, so lovely to see you’ you fib fib fibbety fib.
Perfectly packed items are distributed, clothes sorted and ironed for the second time in 24 hours! What time does it start? 7.30, good grief that’s two hours away, better start getting ready. The pace is ratcheting up yet more and the juices are flowing, metaphorically speaking, not just the beer from the bar either. The first DJ plays some jive music and you’re there, dive in, swim around, float on air, slip on beer/fruit juice/prosecco/bottle tops/sputum, bump into people, hug and be hugged, m-wah and be m-wahed (air kisses if you don’t know), listen to inane and banal chatter and unusually find it rather interesting, consider the chagillionth version of ‘Matchbox’ moderately good, laugh like a hyena, drink like a storm drain (if you’re that way inclined) and eat café food that you wouldn’t normally touch with someone else’s bargepole. Sleep on a bed that’s bowl shaped on a mattress with no boing and pillows the thickness of playing cards, in a glorified shed or open prison block. You’re at a weekender dagnabit!
The Saturday night is ecstasy, rapture, bliss. You’ve already had one or two nights so far, and your surrounded by wonderful sounds, sharply dressed mates and enjoying some quality rockin’, boppin’, and jivin’.
Then it happens…suddenly…it’s Sunday!!! Not only is it Sunday, but it’s the afternoon and the balance is tipping against you and your fellow weekender-ites. The boot sale is over, the café is serving roast dinners, the last couple of afternoon acts have played. The hall in the evening is well populated to start with, the sounds are there still, but suddenly, you can almost feel a vacuum, and it’s drawing people toward the exit. The vacuum is called ‘normality’ and is sucking the life out of the weekender into a vortex from which there is no return. Steadily the groups end their sessions on stage, the stage hands break down the amps and stuff. The DJ calls for everyone to join in the end of show party and whilst those that remain still get down to the sounds, it almost with a hint of melancholy. The ‘comedown’ begins.
The decent is steep, because Monday means that Joe and Jo Public are going to work, thus making a clattering row that wakes you prematurely. Suddenly that fun space that was your chalet is a hateful hovel that looks like someone flung a grenade into it. Turn off the music, take down your window dressings and get packing. Items that fitted neatly into your cases have doubled in size. How does it happen? You ate all your food, drank all the drink, so why is there no space. Bags that were reserved for just laundry suddenly have couple of packets of crisps and some CDs rammed in with wet towels.
Finally, the vehicle is loaded, it’s fuller than when you left, and the passenger will have to have a bag on her lap such is the lack of space. Through the slanting rain (why does it always rain on the Monday) he sits in the car and waits for her, here she comes…..with a bag! I’ve heard heated exchanges where she’s informed that there’s no room in the car, and either the bag is left behind, or she is.
The drive home heralds the finality, look at those saddos on their way to work, that’s you in a day or so. And why people, why, does your perfectly fragrant home you left last week, smell like someone’s poo-ed in your lounge on your return? Why despite emptying the bins when you left, did a fish scale get missed that has multiplied into a green sludge that is taking over your kitchen. Why has everything rotted in your fridge to the point where you have your own personal penicillin culture? Do curry house people wait for you to leave before pushing every leaflet they own through your door. Same with bills!
Laundry takes a week to get through, you eventually catch up on sleep three weeks later, and your post weekender grocery shop costs a king’s ransom.
Reality is cr*p, be honest readers. And yet in a month or two we’ll be doing it all again…How many sleeps?
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Dot….dot. Best tracks in the world ever ever to tickle your pickle for this issue are Roy Hamilton’s ‘I’m Gonna Lock You in my Heart (and Throw Away the Key), ‘Fortune in Love’ Shirley Gunther and the Flairs and ‘Zeb’s Mountain Boogie’ by Owen Bradley and his Tennesseans…….Best cover tracks in the world ever by today’s artists, The Flannels/Rocketeers ‘Hey Rube’ by the Metrotones, Carol Fran’s ‘Knock Knock’ covered by Sister Suzie and the Sweet Georgia Boys covering the Everly Brothers ‘When Will I Be Loved’……You will read below, our review of the Central Bar Club in Ibstock. Sadly, due to desperately low attendances, they reverted their next events to record hops. The first one didn’t draw a crowd so they have closed the club altogether. Such a shame for the dedicated people involved with running the club, but hopefully the support for the Thringstone venue will keep going…..How rockin’ are you? I had a basket of items in the supermarket, and was asked if I’d like to go through the self-service counter. I declined and waited in the queue for the checkout with the real person. The rest of the queue with full trollies, let me through, saying as I passed, ‘Wow, he’s really rockin’ 😊……..Where are the interviews this month? Not returned. Where are the record reviews? Where are the records, I can only review what I’ve been sent……..
It's strange readers, and not exclusive to any particular ‘scene’ I’m sure. When you go from strangers, to the odd ‘hello’, then a conversation, and then become friends. Such was the case with Dirk and Melanie Becker (Wildgoner) from Germany. They like us were regulars at the Rockabilly Rave, I believe when we actually started talking, it was about the Bettajive Review in the early days of this website, there. We were regular emailers throughout Covid 19 lockdowns and last year at the Rave we were talking about knitting!!
So, when we heard that Melanie had passed away a little while ago, it was a massive shock to us and everyone else who knew her through the Rock n Roll circuit and the celebrated Cactus Club. Once again, we send our love and condolences to Dirk. Auf Wiedersehen Melanie. Ruhe ruhig unser freundin
RHYTHM RIOT details below, click the flyers for details
It's strange readers, and not exclusive to any particular ‘scene’ I’m sure. When you go from strangers, to the odd ‘hello’, then a conversation, and then become friends. Such was the case with Dirk and Melanie Becker (Wildgoner) from Germany. They like us were regulars at the Rockabilly Rave, I believe when we actually started talking, it was about the Bettajive Review in the early days of this website, there. We were regular emailers throughout Covid 19 lockdowns and last year at the Rave we were talking about knitting!!
So, when we heard that Melanie had passed away a little while ago, it was a massive shock to us and everyone else who knew her through the Rock n Roll circuit and the celebrated Cactus Club. Once again, we send our love and condolences to Dirk. Auf Wiedersehen Melanie. Ruhe ruhig unser freundin
RHYTHM RIOT details below, click the flyers for details
Exclusive to the Rhythm Riot - you won't experience this anywhere else.
Don't miss Thursday Nite's All-Valve, All-Vinyl R&B Rent Party with 5 hours of fantastic music and dancing...
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What a line-up!
It's gonna be a spectacular Rhythm Riot at the lovely new venue.
There are caravans available for groups of 4-8 people, and touring pitches for your own motor home, caravan or campervan.
Book online now at www.RhythmRiot.com
Or call us on 020 8566 5226 to add into your friend's booking.
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We are thrilled to confirm that the spectacular Rhythm Riot Cruise will be running in our new location, on Sunday 6th October.
We'll be cruising in both directions along the sea front, on the mile-long Marine Parade, before parking up in the enormous St Nicholas Car Park, at the southern end of the strip, for a reception and prizes.
We're looking forward to seeing you there, with your pre-'66 cars, trucks, rods and customs.
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Two eyes in the corner, two eyes looking at me
At one venue recently, a security guy approaches. “We’ve been told (note “told”) you have a drink on the dancefloor, it’s not allowed.” OK, fair comment, I complied without debate, but the incident draws the following observations.
1/ If you (club) don’t want people to have drinks on the dancefloor, why not put a sign up to that effect. I am many things, but a mind reader I am not.
2/ If you (club) don’t want people to have drinks on the dancefloor, why put the tables encroaching on aforementioned dancefloor?
3/ If I was standing on aforementioned dancefloor, apparently, I could lean over to my drink on the table, which would satisfy that it wasn’t on said dancefloor.
4/ Once the aforementioned drink was consumed, would it not then be on the dancefloor within the confines of my person? (OK that’s a bit silly)
5/ How come the same ruling did not apply to those returning from the bar with liquid libation purchases and walking across the aforementioned dancefloor?
And finally,
6/ Who the hell was watching me that closely, and had that much time on their hands to tell tales to security *shakes head slowly*
What a welcome to the venue, reckon we’d got someone’s regular spot. I thought we’d left that sort of nonsense at the ‘Gloom Room’ (if you know, you know)
At one venue recently, a security guy approaches. “We’ve been told (note “told”) you have a drink on the dancefloor, it’s not allowed.” OK, fair comment, I complied without debate, but the incident draws the following observations.
1/ If you (club) don’t want people to have drinks on the dancefloor, why not put a sign up to that effect. I am many things, but a mind reader I am not.
2/ If you (club) don’t want people to have drinks on the dancefloor, why put the tables encroaching on aforementioned dancefloor?
3/ If I was standing on aforementioned dancefloor, apparently, I could lean over to my drink on the table, which would satisfy that it wasn’t on said dancefloor.
4/ Once the aforementioned drink was consumed, would it not then be on the dancefloor within the confines of my person? (OK that’s a bit silly)
5/ How come the same ruling did not apply to those returning from the bar with liquid libation purchases and walking across the aforementioned dancefloor?
And finally,
6/ Who the hell was watching me that closely, and had that much time on their hands to tell tales to security *shakes head slowly*
What a welcome to the venue, reckon we’d got someone’s regular spot. I thought we’d left that sort of nonsense at the ‘Gloom Room’ (if you know, you know)
The word is that all the accommodation at this Hemsby event is now sold out. However you can still join in, wristbands are £99 and you can crash at a friend's accommodation. Click the flyer for details
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And if that wasn't enough, next year marks the 70th Hemsby. The line up has some more acts to add, but you'd do well to get your booking in quickly
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Dani West and the Southernaires
Go West for the best.
A couple of long-overdues were fulfilled. A visit to the Central Bar Rock n Roll Club in Ibstock, Leicestershire, was indeed a long time coming, as was the first time we got to see Dani West and the Southernaires. With those two metaphorical planets aligning, we made sure we were on the spot for the gig.
Really good to catch up with Sharon ‘Whiskey Jean’ Thurston, who was also DJ for the evening, and Matt Collins, joint organisers. The actual venue, is superb. It’s air conditioned, has a smashing sound system and decent sized dancefloor.
To the band, featuring Dani West on vocals, backed by a large percentage of Tin Tax. Ian Speller on lead guitar, drummer Paul Saunders, Tony Biggs on bass and the force of nature that is Rusti Steel on rhythm guitar, backing vocals, steel guitar, ‘yeehaws’ and he probably swept up afterwards.
The opener set the band’s stall out immediately, Loretta Lynn’s foreboding ‘Fist City’, a tale inspired by her husband’s flirtations while she was on tour. Patsy Cline’s joyous lilt on ‘Ain’t No Wheels on this Ship’ was perfectly recreated by Dani’s delivery. Bringing Rusti in on vocals, Johnny and June’s (I know, maybe not the original, but one of the best known) ‘Jackson’. The couple’s story of their flagging marriage and desire to both travel to Jackson, was a delight to hear from Dani and Rusti.
More Patsy Cline with ‘Turn the Cards Slowly’ and a standout version of Brenda Lee’s 1960 smasher ‘(If I’m Dreaming) Just Let Me Dream’ with the lads providing ace backing vocals. Another Patsy styled ‘Lovesick Blues’ and we had a change of genre, with LaVern Baker’s ‘Whipper Snapper’, which slotted in really well amongst the western stuff, before we were back on the Patsy trail with ‘Stop Look and Listen’ and the supersmooth stroll beat of Wanda Jackson’s ‘Fallin’, which sandwiched a couple of Elvis numbers (‘Big Boss Man and ‘My Baby Left Me’).
A kicking first set concluded with a classic, Dolly Parton’s plaintive plea to a love rival ‘Joelene’.
The second set, picked up with a real barn burner, the Southernaires tearing it up to the Bob Wills style of ‘Jumpin’ at the Woodside’. I must admit that the Texas Playboys take, trumps all of the jazzy ones, including the 1938 Count Basie original, recreated well, especially as you had Rusti vocalising Mr Wills. Dani retook the stage with a couple of standout tunes, Wanda’s ‘Whirlpool’ and another Brenda Lee stroller ‘Dum Dum’.
Lovers of the Patsy Cline sound (points to selves), were bowled over by a flawless take of ‘Let The Teardrops Fall’, a rhythmic beauty from 1958. And we’ll flag up ‘Too Many Secrets’ from ’57 as well. More Brenda Lee? Why not, let’s have one of (her) best known tracks, ‘Sweet Nuthins’, and Dani showcased a belting vocal to this. One of Loretta Lynn’s signature songs, from 1966, ‘You Ain’t Woman Enough (to take my man)’, describing a flirtatious, real-life scenario she’d (Loretta) heard about from a fan, was next on the Dani West radar. Top sound on this one, readers. Heading toward the end of the show, there was a surprise in store. Up stepped Whiskey Jean to duet with Dani on ‘Gotta Lotta Rhythm In My Soul’ another Patsy Cline classic. A real peach of a delivery, with the Southernaires spot on backing. A special conclusion to the second set, which was topped off by Rose Maddox’s ‘Hey Little Dreamboat’.
We have to say that the dedication to producing an authentic Country and Rockabilly sound, is so apparent, listening to this band. The lads on backing were spot on throughout, consummate backing for a powerful and controlled vocalist. Worth the wait for us! Those who missed it, and there were quite a few who did, missed out!
Gallery photos below, click on each one for full image
A couple of long-overdues were fulfilled. A visit to the Central Bar Rock n Roll Club in Ibstock, Leicestershire, was indeed a long time coming, as was the first time we got to see Dani West and the Southernaires. With those two metaphorical planets aligning, we made sure we were on the spot for the gig.
Really good to catch up with Sharon ‘Whiskey Jean’ Thurston, who was also DJ for the evening, and Matt Collins, joint organisers. The actual venue, is superb. It’s air conditioned, has a smashing sound system and decent sized dancefloor.
To the band, featuring Dani West on vocals, backed by a large percentage of Tin Tax. Ian Speller on lead guitar, drummer Paul Saunders, Tony Biggs on bass and the force of nature that is Rusti Steel on rhythm guitar, backing vocals, steel guitar, ‘yeehaws’ and he probably swept up afterwards.
The opener set the band’s stall out immediately, Loretta Lynn’s foreboding ‘Fist City’, a tale inspired by her husband’s flirtations while she was on tour. Patsy Cline’s joyous lilt on ‘Ain’t No Wheels on this Ship’ was perfectly recreated by Dani’s delivery. Bringing Rusti in on vocals, Johnny and June’s (I know, maybe not the original, but one of the best known) ‘Jackson’. The couple’s story of their flagging marriage and desire to both travel to Jackson, was a delight to hear from Dani and Rusti.
More Patsy Cline with ‘Turn the Cards Slowly’ and a standout version of Brenda Lee’s 1960 smasher ‘(If I’m Dreaming) Just Let Me Dream’ with the lads providing ace backing vocals. Another Patsy styled ‘Lovesick Blues’ and we had a change of genre, with LaVern Baker’s ‘Whipper Snapper’, which slotted in really well amongst the western stuff, before we were back on the Patsy trail with ‘Stop Look and Listen’ and the supersmooth stroll beat of Wanda Jackson’s ‘Fallin’, which sandwiched a couple of Elvis numbers (‘Big Boss Man and ‘My Baby Left Me’).
A kicking first set concluded with a classic, Dolly Parton’s plaintive plea to a love rival ‘Joelene’.
The second set, picked up with a real barn burner, the Southernaires tearing it up to the Bob Wills style of ‘Jumpin’ at the Woodside’. I must admit that the Texas Playboys take, trumps all of the jazzy ones, including the 1938 Count Basie original, recreated well, especially as you had Rusti vocalising Mr Wills. Dani retook the stage with a couple of standout tunes, Wanda’s ‘Whirlpool’ and another Brenda Lee stroller ‘Dum Dum’.
Lovers of the Patsy Cline sound (points to selves), were bowled over by a flawless take of ‘Let The Teardrops Fall’, a rhythmic beauty from 1958. And we’ll flag up ‘Too Many Secrets’ from ’57 as well. More Brenda Lee? Why not, let’s have one of (her) best known tracks, ‘Sweet Nuthins’, and Dani showcased a belting vocal to this. One of Loretta Lynn’s signature songs, from 1966, ‘You Ain’t Woman Enough (to take my man)’, describing a flirtatious, real-life scenario she’d (Loretta) heard about from a fan, was next on the Dani West radar. Top sound on this one, readers. Heading toward the end of the show, there was a surprise in store. Up stepped Whiskey Jean to duet with Dani on ‘Gotta Lotta Rhythm In My Soul’ another Patsy Cline classic. A real peach of a delivery, with the Southernaires spot on backing. A special conclusion to the second set, which was topped off by Rose Maddox’s ‘Hey Little Dreamboat’.
We have to say that the dedication to producing an authentic Country and Rockabilly sound, is so apparent, listening to this band. The lads on backing were spot on throughout, consummate backing for a powerful and controlled vocalist. Worth the wait for us! Those who missed it, and there were quite a few who did, missed out!
Gallery photos below, click on each one for full image
Darrel Higham and the Enforcers
Enforced & Endorsed.
The almost nomadic Chesterfield Rock n Roll Club set up at their latest venue, Dronfield Contact Club, near enough to Chesterfield, but with a Sheffield postcode. They had looked this venue a few years ago, apparently, and now here they were putting on the inaugural gig with Darrel Higham and the Enforcers. A good venue this one, readers, a lot of seating and a sunken (if you will) dancefloor leading to the stage which is elevated to roughly the same height of the seating level. Peeps can dance to the band without encroaching on the view of those on the upper level.
Your DJs, Andy B and Steve O had transferred over from the old club, and brought with them, their boxes of danceable delights. There’s always a Soundhound/Shazam (other music identification apps, are available) opportunity, when these chaps play. The band for the evening, consist of Darrel Higham on lead guitar and vocals, Adam Miles on bass and drummer Tony Hillebrandt. Clearly a draw for the crowd which had reached a healthy headcount by the time they took to the stage.
The opener has become very familiar, Herbie Smith’s ‘Baby Moon’ from 1959, a jaunty jiver and ideal way to start the show. With the crowd already into the vibe, a couple of Elvis tracks rocked along ‘I Beg of You’ and ‘I Need Your Love Tonight’ from ’58 & ’59 respectively. Naturally with these guys and a Gretsch 6120, you’d get some Eddie Cochran, and it was an early one that broke through first, from ’56, ‘Rockin’ and Flyin’ (yes Hank, Eddie and Jerry Capehart, we know!). The Ray Charles penned ‘Hallelujah I Love Her So’ took the foot of the gas, setting up ‘Completely Sweet’.
Bit of British, a couple of winners from Cliff and Johnny Kidd, ‘High Class Baby’ and the evergreen ‘Brand New Cadillac’, which closed the first set. The second set promised and delivered by the barrowload, with a full dancefloor out to Gene Summers’ ‘School of Rock ‘n’ Roll’. Good to hear some Tommy Steele on the British side, with the seldom heard ‘Rebel Rock’, coupled with the ultra-familiar ‘Dynamite’ from the Cliff files. Some more Eddie naturally, and a slowy, with the touching ballad ‘Never’ easing the crowd down after a tear up take of ‘Jeanie Jeanie Jeanie’.
Mustn’t forget readers that Darrel does a good original, like the ice cream inspired ‘Brain Freeze’ and the title track from the 2019 album, ‘Bop Machine’. Wanna real barn burner? Well they don’t come more frantic and desperate than Gene Vincent’s ‘B-I-Bickey-Bi Bo-Bo- Go’ , with the searing Cliff Gallup riffs, with a classic Eddie in ‘Somethin’ Else’ and latter day Restless classic ‘Ice Cold’ to round it all off. That is until the noisy bunch in the house brought them back for a double encore of the anthem ‘Rockabilly Boogie’ and Elvis’ ‘Burning Love’.
The persistence of the organisers of Chesterfield Rock n Roll Club meant that the Derbyshire & S. Yorks area still have a quality club to visit, with varied and accomplished bands, supported by solid DJ sets in a darn good venue. Long may that continue
Gallery images below, click on them for full sized picture
The almost nomadic Chesterfield Rock n Roll Club set up at their latest venue, Dronfield Contact Club, near enough to Chesterfield, but with a Sheffield postcode. They had looked this venue a few years ago, apparently, and now here they were putting on the inaugural gig with Darrel Higham and the Enforcers. A good venue this one, readers, a lot of seating and a sunken (if you will) dancefloor leading to the stage which is elevated to roughly the same height of the seating level. Peeps can dance to the band without encroaching on the view of those on the upper level.
Your DJs, Andy B and Steve O had transferred over from the old club, and brought with them, their boxes of danceable delights. There’s always a Soundhound/Shazam (other music identification apps, are available) opportunity, when these chaps play. The band for the evening, consist of Darrel Higham on lead guitar and vocals, Adam Miles on bass and drummer Tony Hillebrandt. Clearly a draw for the crowd which had reached a healthy headcount by the time they took to the stage.
The opener has become very familiar, Herbie Smith’s ‘Baby Moon’ from 1959, a jaunty jiver and ideal way to start the show. With the crowd already into the vibe, a couple of Elvis tracks rocked along ‘I Beg of You’ and ‘I Need Your Love Tonight’ from ’58 & ’59 respectively. Naturally with these guys and a Gretsch 6120, you’d get some Eddie Cochran, and it was an early one that broke through first, from ’56, ‘Rockin’ and Flyin’ (yes Hank, Eddie and Jerry Capehart, we know!). The Ray Charles penned ‘Hallelujah I Love Her So’ took the foot of the gas, setting up ‘Completely Sweet’.
Bit of British, a couple of winners from Cliff and Johnny Kidd, ‘High Class Baby’ and the evergreen ‘Brand New Cadillac’, which closed the first set. The second set promised and delivered by the barrowload, with a full dancefloor out to Gene Summers’ ‘School of Rock ‘n’ Roll’. Good to hear some Tommy Steele on the British side, with the seldom heard ‘Rebel Rock’, coupled with the ultra-familiar ‘Dynamite’ from the Cliff files. Some more Eddie naturally, and a slowy, with the touching ballad ‘Never’ easing the crowd down after a tear up take of ‘Jeanie Jeanie Jeanie’.
Mustn’t forget readers that Darrel does a good original, like the ice cream inspired ‘Brain Freeze’ and the title track from the 2019 album, ‘Bop Machine’. Wanna real barn burner? Well they don’t come more frantic and desperate than Gene Vincent’s ‘B-I-Bickey-Bi Bo-Bo- Go’ , with the searing Cliff Gallup riffs, with a classic Eddie in ‘Somethin’ Else’ and latter day Restless classic ‘Ice Cold’ to round it all off. That is until the noisy bunch in the house brought them back for a double encore of the anthem ‘Rockabilly Boogie’ and Elvis’ ‘Burning Love’.
The persistence of the organisers of Chesterfield Rock n Roll Club meant that the Derbyshire & S. Yorks area still have a quality club to visit, with varied and accomplished bands, supported by solid DJ sets in a darn good venue. Long may that continue
Gallery images below, click on them for full sized picture
The Jets
Jettin’ into G-Town.
January saw a bumper crowd in for the Revs gig at Gainsborough’s Blues Club. At the end of the summer, it was the turn of the Jets to take to the stage at the venue, so named after the primary colour the football team play in, rather than the type of music played there. DJ for the night was Dave Dawes from 1940sradio.com, and proceeds from the event, jointly organised between Dick Lindsay and Paul Grimley go to HM Armed Forces and Veterans Caravan Group.
Decent numbers came through to the doors, appreciating the variation of the aural fayre from the decks. Does anyone not know the Jets? Well if you’re new to this magazine, or the music, the Jets are Bob, Ray and Tony Cotton, three brothers celebrating fifty years making music. Bob takes the lion’s share of the vocals, with brothers Ray on lead guitar and drummer Tony. Many of us recall Top of the Pops, in the 80’s with the lads belting out ‘Love Makes the World Go Round’ and ‘Yes Tonight Josephine’ , performances that can be seen occasionally on reruns of the show (those that can still be shown!!). Indeed, you can see their chart success on the Heritage Charts, presented by Mike Read (as in ‘275 & 285’, ‘Tea-Hee’ mugs and all that, if you are of a similar age), with the gritty rocker ‘Hear Me Now’
There’s aways a huge variation in their show, no set, setlist so to speak. It opened with a real rocker, a true anthem, ‘Rockabilly Boogie’. Throughout the two sets, there were rockers and boppers, Jive & stroll and some A cappella. The Marcels’ ‘Blue Moon’ (#1 on the day Ray was born apparently) was a triumph, and Don Woody’s ‘Barking up the Wrong Tree’ kicked, as did the thunderous original ‘You Just Don’t Know How To Treat Your Man’.
Stroll on to original compositions ‘Heartbreaker’, ‘Let’s Talk All Night’ and ‘Charlene’, well they filled the floor, stick on winners that they are. Not forgetting Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs’ ‘Wooly Bully’ which morphs into ‘Lip Up Fatty’, and bringing the set right up to date, the excellent ‘Little Doll’ from the (last) CD. It’s not a Jets show without the rousing rocker ‘Fine, Fine, Fine’, closing out a super night at the Lincolnshire club.
In those fifty years, the lads haven’t lost a step, musically or for that matter vocally. Rocking out to ‘Your Baby Blue Eyes’ or harmonising sans instruments, it’s always an outstanding show.
Gallery images below, click on them for full sized image
January saw a bumper crowd in for the Revs gig at Gainsborough’s Blues Club. At the end of the summer, it was the turn of the Jets to take to the stage at the venue, so named after the primary colour the football team play in, rather than the type of music played there. DJ for the night was Dave Dawes from 1940sradio.com, and proceeds from the event, jointly organised between Dick Lindsay and Paul Grimley go to HM Armed Forces and Veterans Caravan Group.
Decent numbers came through to the doors, appreciating the variation of the aural fayre from the decks. Does anyone not know the Jets? Well if you’re new to this magazine, or the music, the Jets are Bob, Ray and Tony Cotton, three brothers celebrating fifty years making music. Bob takes the lion’s share of the vocals, with brothers Ray on lead guitar and drummer Tony. Many of us recall Top of the Pops, in the 80’s with the lads belting out ‘Love Makes the World Go Round’ and ‘Yes Tonight Josephine’ , performances that can be seen occasionally on reruns of the show (those that can still be shown!!). Indeed, you can see their chart success on the Heritage Charts, presented by Mike Read (as in ‘275 & 285’, ‘Tea-Hee’ mugs and all that, if you are of a similar age), with the gritty rocker ‘Hear Me Now’
There’s aways a huge variation in their show, no set, setlist so to speak. It opened with a real rocker, a true anthem, ‘Rockabilly Boogie’. Throughout the two sets, there were rockers and boppers, Jive & stroll and some A cappella. The Marcels’ ‘Blue Moon’ (#1 on the day Ray was born apparently) was a triumph, and Don Woody’s ‘Barking up the Wrong Tree’ kicked, as did the thunderous original ‘You Just Don’t Know How To Treat Your Man’.
Stroll on to original compositions ‘Heartbreaker’, ‘Let’s Talk All Night’ and ‘Charlene’, well they filled the floor, stick on winners that they are. Not forgetting Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs’ ‘Wooly Bully’ which morphs into ‘Lip Up Fatty’, and bringing the set right up to date, the excellent ‘Little Doll’ from the (last) CD. It’s not a Jets show without the rousing rocker ‘Fine, Fine, Fine’, closing out a super night at the Lincolnshire club.
In those fifty years, the lads haven’t lost a step, musically or for that matter vocally. Rocking out to ‘Your Baby Blue Eyes’ or harmonising sans instruments, it’s always an outstanding show.
Gallery images below, click on them for full sized image
The Kingcats
Festival for the King. We were trying to think, when the last time was we visited the Festival Inn in Trowell, Nottingham. Truth be told, it is the thick end of a decade, but what we do recall, is the band we saw were the Kingcats. All those years later, and we were back again. The DJ for the evening, was Daniel Froggatt, playing some danceable ditties on slabs of vinyl. The band was reduced to a four piece on this occasion, missing the keyboard talents of Jim Hammond who we wish well. So Bill, Kevin, Kevin and Gabriel took the stage, with Bill initially playing an electric guitar, and Gabriel doubling up on lead and steel guitar.
This band have a large following wherever they go and decent numbers populated the floor for the opening cover of Rex Allen’s ‘Knock Knock Rattle’. Classics like ‘Promised Land’ and Ben Hewitt’s ‘Ain’t Giving Up Nothing’. As it happens, Ready Teddy was so popular, it made an appearance in set one and set two. Go Cat Go’s ‘Forever’s Much Too Long’ a song astonishingly over thirty years old now, was a real hit, with more Elvis’ ‘I Got Stung’ rocking the set out.
The second set jumped out of the starting blocks with a pacy take on Gene Summers’ ‘School of Rock n Roll’, and the bouncy ‘Cherokee Boogie’. Mid set, a slowy, Elvis’ ‘Love Me’ which eased into one of their top tunes, ‘Time of my Life’ and ‘Flip Flop and Fly’. Something was missing, and it came up in the encore. Initially starting as ‘Polk Salad Annie’ is begat ‘Lucky Night’ which rounded it all off splendidly.
Gallery images below, clcik on them for full sized picture
This band have a large following wherever they go and decent numbers populated the floor for the opening cover of Rex Allen’s ‘Knock Knock Rattle’. Classics like ‘Promised Land’ and Ben Hewitt’s ‘Ain’t Giving Up Nothing’. As it happens, Ready Teddy was so popular, it made an appearance in set one and set two. Go Cat Go’s ‘Forever’s Much Too Long’ a song astonishingly over thirty years old now, was a real hit, with more Elvis’ ‘I Got Stung’ rocking the set out.
The second set jumped out of the starting blocks with a pacy take on Gene Summers’ ‘School of Rock n Roll’, and the bouncy ‘Cherokee Boogie’. Mid set, a slowy, Elvis’ ‘Love Me’ which eased into one of their top tunes, ‘Time of my Life’ and ‘Flip Flop and Fly’. Something was missing, and it came up in the encore. Initially starting as ‘Polk Salad Annie’ is begat ‘Lucky Night’ which rounded it all off splendidly.
Gallery images below, clcik on them for full sized picture
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Razzle Dazzle Vintage, in addition to appearing at various events on the calendar, have now opened a new shop in Lincolnshire. You can find them on Google Maps, as well as their website Vintage Store - Razzle Dazzle Vintage . Check out their range of pristine vintage items and retro jewellery, and pay them a visit soon 5, Hoddins Way, Long Sutton, Lincs. PE12 9JB
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There is now a site up an running where you can check out what's on and upload your gigs. See MBSN Gig Guide (bluesuedenews.co.uk) for details.
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When you get chance to, as seemingly the case is now, do go and support live music, gigs, clubs and bands. Never before has the industry needed it's customers than now. It's much more exiting than two cans and a takeaway in front of the telly.
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Bands and artists who would like their music or latest record release reviewed. We listen to records several times before writing a word about them. We research songs if they are covers, credit writers, performers and musicians. In effect, we pay true reverence to your recordings, not relying in on merely describing a song as a bopper, jiver or stroller. If we don't know about your release, we can't review it. You can send it to us in electronic form or the actual article, drop us an email and we'll arrange it. We do not plagiarise unlike some other sites and publications. Get in touch at [email protected] if you want your record included.
When you get chance to, as seemingly the case is now, do go and support live music, gigs, clubs and bands. Never before has the industry needed it's customers than now. It's much more exiting than two cans and a takeaway in front of the telly.
When we are able to get out and about, if you would like us to cover your event or club night, please get in touch. For two press passes, we will review your event, or your band's show at a gig, in detail, in both words and pictures. We are out there, boots on the ground, front, centre and right and most points in between.
Photographs in this magazine have been provided by the subjects, for use here, or are from our own library. All are copyright
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