How 60s American soul shaped 70s Working Class Britain In an interview with Mojo Magazine in 2012, DJ, anarchist, former Motown rep and record shop owner Dave Godin explained how he coined the term ‘Northern Soul’. In the interview he mentioned how he first mentioned it in his column in Blues and Soul in 1970, […]
I’ve always found hero worship odd. I’ve never had rock n roll/pop heroes, religious heroes or political heroes. Back in1979, friends of mine flocked to Knock, Dublin and other places to see John Paul 2. Although I was 13,and not from the community the Pope came to speak to, I saw a spotlight on […]
Day 15 of Edinburgh Fringe and the mood has changed. 76% of performers are hungover and 39% of performers dreams have been crushed forever . Flyer guys and gals have lost interest mostly and nobody that I know has seen a show yet. Everyone just walks around handing out or accepting bits of cardboard. Everyone […]
Being Wrong… Admitting you were wrong is pretty difficult, especially when society is so judgemental and in turn individuals at a personal level feel judged by friends, family and peers. So, I’m going to write a wee series of blogs on “when I’ve been wrong.” Please, judge me all you like. I’m 52 and […]
This is an article Neil composed originally as a piece for Ungagged. The podcast it is part of is this one (details and timings are on the website) This also appears on his blog Utopias we want to build are always, of course, something much better than what we are part of at present. And […]
Neil Scott speaks about the concert he fell in love with a rebellious hero.
This piece originally appeared on Neil’s blog A loaded gun wont set you free…” -Lyrics in the context of my growing up in Northern Ireland that had meaning beyond the meaning Ian Curtis perhaps intended. As a young man I was continually questioning all that was going on around me. Growing up in a mid-Ulster […]
This piece originally appeared on Neil’s blog We drank our tins of Satzenbrau shivering on the school roof looking across the streetlit mid-Ulster valley that was my hometown of Banbridge. Another Friday night without a care. Out of the six of us, I was the only one working. The others were all still in High […]