Going Back To Basics..

Come Thursday night, it looks like I'll be back right where I started, and to be honest, I cannot wait..

Let me explain..

On Friday, I was chatting in the smoking area to a few of our regulars at the Cell, when one of our security lads (cheers Dee!) pops over and asks me to pop down to Liquid after work. 'Liquid' I ask him' - the returning nod confirmed I had'nt gone slightly mad.

Anyway, fast-forward a few hours, and there I am in that very familiar all-blue reception area, awaiting some attention from the management.

Eventually, after a few moments, I'm quietly ushered upstairs, into an area that greets me like an old friend.

Y'see bloggers, I have'nt been to Maine Street since I worked behind the bar there for well over a decade, and the sight that presented itself to me brought back a whole era of old memories from yesteryear which kinda made me feel all warm and cosy inside.

The reason for this, is because Maine Street has'nt changed. Not one bit, well, apart from a couple of cosmetic tweaks here and there, it's practically as it was all those years ago in the nineties. The music, the layout, the punters, everything. This is a good thing, as I feel Maine Street has become one of Halifax's timeless venues, which thankfully, has escaped the wrath of progression, technology and novelty refurbishments.

Going back to the original reason for this blog, however, the reason why I was in the club in the first place, is because the management have decided to bring me on board to kick-start their Thursday nights..

I've had a few colleagues comment on this new opportunity, some saying 'It's not your kinda place Dannie' or 'But you're a dance DJ' etc. etc. - but many people don't realise the history I've had with this venue.

Maine Street is where it all began for me, many years ago, back in the Brit Pop era, Spice Girls were everywhere, there were no such thing as 'dance sets' and there was a bloody great tree in the middle of the dancefloor. I began my first party sets here, I worked behind the bar here, I used to sweep that floor at the end of the night, and I still have nightmares about that crocodile above the bar.

So putting all my previous experience in the dance circuit, classics events, and other madness aside - I'll be spending most of my week digging through my old party classics, dusting off the Motown, Cheesy Chart, Britpop and even a slice of Elvis.

Bring on Thursday, that's what I say - and bring your flares with you!!

Maine Street.
Nothing Changed. Nothing Lost.