I was asked by the Editor to write a piece on London culture, that’s quite a tall order, I thought. So here’s a small piece about a tiny bit of it. I was born in London in 1962, from then through until the 1980s we had: mods; rockers; hippies; greasers; suedeheads; skinheads; 70s Teds; soul boys; dreads; punks; 2 Tone; new romantics and goths. During that period you could open the latest edition of Time Out, City Limits or any one of the five weekly music papers and choose a gig or club that catered for your tribe at any one of dozens of venues across the Capital on any night of the week. I’m sure the irony of all dressing similarly as a way of expressing their individualism never dawned on any of them, but bless ‘em all anyway.
good stuff...great tunes
I was at that Dury gig