As far as I know the only time I saw Frankie Knuckles play was down at Turnmills, December 2005 for Danny Ramplings retirement party. Of course like so many others, his pioneering of house music is what ultimately lead me and others into so many clubs, on to so many dance floors and as a result so many unforgettable memories. Rest in peace. House music all night long!
Terry Farley of Junior Boys Own pays tribute in a piece on The Guardian website.
When I’m not doing the other things I do, I regularly maintain a Twitter feed for Wimbletweets. Its a place where I tweet and re-tweet information, events and observations about the area that is better known for an event which takes place every year in June. My saved searches contain words and places around the town and whilst searching for Wimbledon Station last week I came across the name Adrian Borland. It was an answer to a music quiz question and the respondent had a stated he had killed himself at the station in 1999.
Intrigued I googled the name and on reading and hearing about Adrian and his work with his band The Sound I became a fan. At the same time I was saddened to read that he had in fact taken his life aged only 41, at Wimbledon Station (like so many do) after years of battling depression.
Like myself, you may not have heard of The Sound. Though critically acclaimed the band never achieved the success at home that it found in Europe. They split in 1988 and Borland went on to have a solo career whilst producing for bands like Felt.
Whats interesting now is there maybe more new people discovering the work of Adrian Borland through the planned 2014 documentary on him ‘Walking In The Opposite Direction’. There’s a trailer and information about the Crowdfunding campain here.
If you want to learn more then visit the site Brittle Heaven. In the meantime enjoy the rest of the 1982 No Nukes performance.
The Sound – Jeopardy
The Sound – From The Lion’s Mouth
Full page advert from Smash Hits.
In the summer of 1987, the greatest thrill was getting hold of a VW badge. But all we got was a keyring.
Listen: Beastie Boys – Licensed To Ill