In the summer of 1970 I ventured weekly to the Nottingham Fish Market (just behind the famous 'Palais'). Selectadisc the independent record retailer had just opened and, as a very young man I could not afford the Tams-Hey Girl Don't Bother Me at exorbitant prices of 17 shillings, instead opting for the cheaper second hand alternative at the market.
The initial face scouring the bric a brac stalls was a guy who worked for the Post Office (later BT of course). From that moment Derek became a record collecting competitor and friend. I could never compete with him as my paper round did not pay very much!
D recommended many a Red and White Island and Columbia Soul Supply to his new young upstart. The beginning of this friendship continued to 1972 whereby I enthused over my new faves heard at the Torch All Nighter. Locally visiting the Shipley Boat Inn I mentioned Bok To Bach, Wanting You, I Don't Want To Discuss It. Derek cheekily pulling out UK demos saying 'oh you mean these, I bought them years ago'!
On a similar occasion he played me Call Me -Eddie Bishop(we are talking 1972 here!), quickly followed by The Shakers.
He championed the new releases too playing New Breed Kinda Woman-Holland Dozier to a largely Northern Soul audience.
The strange thing was he never ventured into a major arena, sticking to his mobile disco roots. His dear wife Paula supported him throughout.
A bigger stage came in the mid 90's when Richard Searling and I were actively looking for a great warm up man at our Stoke All nighter. My suggestion was simple, who has unstoppable enthusiasm, has a wonderful record collection , always smiling and most importantly looks the part as soul fans are feeling their way into a venue. Only one guy fits the bill...DANCIN' DEREK.
The only man I ever knew that answered 'are you sure' whenever I handed over his DJ fee! DA kept things simple, no politics, don't worry about paying me money, I just want to enjoy it.
I could go on and on about my dear friend. He spoke with me almost weekly throughout our 34 year friendship. A beautiful person, loving father and husband.
Derek I will cherish the memories along with your close friends from the East Midlands...FOREVER.
See you up there buddy.
DEREK ALLEN lost his life in the early hours of Sunday , December 4th during a DJ stint at the Meadow Club, Nottingham.
DEREK ALLEN
In the summer of 1970 I ventured weekly to the Nottingham Fish Market (just behind the famous 'Palais'). Selectadisc the independent record retailer had just opened and, as a very young man I could not afford the Tams-Hey Girl Don't Bother Me at exorbitant prices of 17 shillings, instead opting for the cheaper second hand alternative at the market.
The initial face scouring the bric a brac stalls was a guy who worked for the Post Office (later BT of course). From that moment Derek became a record collecting competitor and friend. I could never compete with him as my paper round did not pay very much!
D recommended many a Red and White Island and Columbia Soul Supply to his new young upstart. The beginning of this friendship continued to 1972 whereby I enthused over my new faves heard at the Torch All Nighter. Locally visiting the Shipley Boat Inn I mentioned Bok To Bach, Wanting You, I Don't Want To Discuss It. Derek cheekily pulling out UK demos saying 'oh you mean these, I bought them years ago'!
On a similar occasion he played me Call Me -Eddie Bishop(we are talking 1972 here!), quickly followed by The Shakers.
He championed the new releases too playing New Breed Kinda Woman-Holland Dozier to a largely Northern Soul audience.
The strange thing was he never ventured into a major arena, sticking to his mobile disco roots. His dear wife Paula supported him throughout.
A bigger stage came in the mid 90's when Richard Searling and I were actively looking for a great warm up man at our Stoke All nighter. My suggestion was simple, who has unstoppable enthusiasm, has a wonderful record collection , always smiling and most importantly looks the part as soul fans are feeling their way into a venue. Only one guy fits the bill...DANCIN' DEREK.
The only man I ever knew that answered 'are you sure' whenever I handed over his DJ fee! DA kept things simple, no politics, don't worry about paying me money, I just want to enjoy it.
I could go on and on about my dear friend. He spoke with me almost weekly throughout our 34 year friendship. A beautiful person, loving father and husband.
Derek I will cherish the memories along with your close friends from the East Midlands...FOREVER.
See you up there buddy.
DEREK ALLEN lost his life in the early hours of Sunday , December 4th during a DJ stint at the Meadow Club, Nottingham.
Kev Roberts