Going through my old records and came upon an old 12" ordered after one hell of a great night . . . here is Frank Elson's review, not of Hinckley, but the same great show.
THE RIC TIC REVUE. Revued by Frank Elson.
WHAT makes me so unhappy is that it was such a wonderful day. Surely the largest - and most enthusiastic - crowd at a Northern Soul venue since the Casino closed, and even then Wigan was a pale imitation of it's former self.
Sunday, 23rd January, belonged to Ric Tic Records, and Golden World, and a dozen or more small town labels that presented the world with sounds like "Breaking Down The Walls Of Heartache", "Call On Me" and "At The Discotheque". It belonged to people with bellies getting larger as hair gets thinner - it belonged to another era, a time that is past and will never appear again.
You just had to look around you to see that I'm speaking the truth. Old, wonderful faces, wedding rings by the hundred, people who had to get back early because of the baby-sitter. There were more people there who no longer go regularly to Northern Soul clubs than who do. It was a marvellous, wonderful, exhilarating day out, it was Northern Soul at its very, very best.
And what about the show? I don't know a nicer person than J.J. Barnes - he's a pal, he's a musical giant.
Pat Lewis is a Queen looking for a crown and she could have had one that day if we could have found one lying around. Al Kent makes one be-moan the fact that the word "cool" has been devalued out of sight over the last 20 years, with so much talent running around his head he should be a bundle of nervous energy (which he isn't). Lou Ragland is a genius. He's a superstar and the world doesn't know it yet. And Edwin Starr is Edwin Starr, energy wrapped up in a much-too-tight white outfit. A sway and a swagger, a turn of the head, one hand raised slightly above his head.
They worked. Oh, how they worked! In England for less than a week, cossetted with a bunch of British youngsters from Nottingham who could hardly have been born when some of the songs they were backing on were first recorded - but who played with a feeling and spirit that became something special - the work went on and on . . .
"I'll play this if you'll play that." "Say, what if I go on stage and sing this first, go into that and then you come on with this . . ." They put it together for us . . . not for some supper club ciruit in the States. Not a simple he goes on and she follows, and let's just sing the songs we're famous for and then get off. An ACT for goodness sake. A homage paid to the fans who have supported them through tiny clubs in Sheffield and Warrington.
Then the people who haven't played before Northern crowds before . . . "Pat, you were a shot in the arm for the Northern Scene today," . . . ."You were a shot in the arm for me!"
Pat Lewis has been with a Cole Porter Show for three months, then with another show in Detroit after that. She had a week to go and she walked out telling them, "I'm going to England." I don't hink she regrets it. A tight, very tight, white dress, mascara running down her eye, microphone jammed in her arm-pit to leave both hands free to clap with "Warning", "Can't Shake You Loose" a powerful but sexy voice - no wonder it's sexy, look where it's been!
Al Kent, hunched over the piano, thoughts of his trip to New York next week, hunting for a publisher for his book, banished for twenty minutes. The book took him three years to write, a labour of love and sweat about a corrupt Baptist minister. A plain jacket that wouldn't look wrong on Ray Charles 25 years ago. A quiet, elegant and extremely talented man.
Jay, why don't you get your hair cut? No wonder that voice is so strong, look at the man's shoulders. A gentle turning of the head, a stroll across the stage and then back again, "How Long" - he'll always wonder how that record didn't hit - then "Sweet Sherry" and a kind of hysteria at the foot of the stage.
"I'm paying the rent and I've got a few dollars in my pocket. I've got a track I'd like to find a release for in England, it's going out on my label in the States, but it's got that Northern Beat."
Going through my old records and came upon an old 12" ordered after one hell of a great night . . . here is Frank Elson's review, not of Hinckley, but the same great show.
THE RIC TIC REVUE. Revued by Frank Elson.
WHAT makes me so unhappy is that it was such a wonderful day. Surely the largest - and most enthusiastic - crowd at a Northern Soul venue since the Casino closed, and even then Wigan was a pale imitation of it's former self.
Sunday, 23rd January, belonged to Ric Tic Records, and Golden World, and a dozen or more small town labels that presented the world with sounds like "Breaking Down The Walls Of Heartache", "Call On Me" and "At The Discotheque". It belonged to people with bellies getting larger as hair gets thinner - it belonged to another era, a time that is past and will never appear again.
You just had to look around you to see that I'm speaking the truth. Old, wonderful faces, wedding rings by the hundred, people who had to get back early because of the baby-sitter. There were more people there who no longer go regularly to Northern Soul clubs than who do. It was a marvellous, wonderful, exhilarating day out, it was Northern Soul at its very, very best.
And what about the show? I don't know a nicer person than J.J. Barnes - he's a pal, he's a musical giant.
Pat Lewis is a Queen looking for a crown and she could have had one that day if we could have found one lying around. Al Kent makes one be-moan the fact that the word "cool" has been devalued out of sight over the last 20 years, with so much talent running around his head he should be a bundle of nervous energy (which he isn't). Lou Ragland is a genius. He's a superstar and the world doesn't know it yet. And Edwin Starr is Edwin Starr, energy wrapped up in a much-too-tight white outfit. A sway and a swagger, a turn of the head, one hand raised slightly above his head.
They worked. Oh, how they worked! In England for less than a week, cossetted with a bunch of British youngsters from Nottingham who could hardly have been born when some of the songs they were backing on were first recorded - but who played with a feeling and spirit that became something special - the work went on and on . . .
"I'll play this if you'll play that." "Say, what if I go on stage and sing this first, go into that and then you come on with this . . ." They put it together for us . . . not for some supper club ciruit in the States. Not a simple he goes on and she follows, and let's just sing the songs we're famous for and then get off. An ACT for goodness sake. A homage paid to the fans who have supported them through tiny clubs in Sheffield and Warrington.
Then the people who haven't played before Northern crowds before . . . "Pat, you were a shot in the arm for the Northern Scene today," . . . ."You were a shot in the arm for me!"
Pat Lewis has been with a Cole Porter Show for three months, then with another show in Detroit after that. She had a week to go and she walked out telling them, "I'm going to England." I don't hink she regrets it. A tight, very tight, white dress, mascara running down her eye, microphone jammed in her arm-pit to leave both hands free to clap with "Warning", "Can't Shake You Loose" a powerful but sexy voice - no wonder it's sexy, look where it's been!
Al Kent, hunched over the piano, thoughts of his trip to New York next week, hunting for a publisher for his book, banished for twenty minutes. The book took him three years to write, a labour of love and sweat about a corrupt Baptist minister. A plain jacket that wouldn't look wrong on Ray Charles 25 years ago. A quiet, elegant and extremely talented man.
Jay, why don't you get your hair cut? No wonder that voice is so strong, look at the man's shoulders. A gentle turning of the head, a stroll across the stage and then back again, "How Long" - he'll always wonder how that record didn't hit - then "Sweet Sherry" and a kind of hysteria at the foot of the stage.
"I'm paying the rent and I've got a few dollars in my pocket. I've got a track I'd like to find a release for in England, it's going out on my label in the States, but it's got that Northern Beat."
Memories eh!!
Martin