When That's Not My Age was a Bright Young Thing, not much older than Tavi, the Hacienda felt like home. The club on Whitworth Street Manchester, designed by Ben Kelly and funded by Factory Records and New Order was where TNMA grew up. Many a drunken night was spent watching gigs and staggering up and down the stairs, from the Gay Traitor bar to the dance floor. And now, thanks to Peter Hook's witty memoir, those crazy hazy, early eighties nights (pre-Facebook, mobile phones and cheap cameras) are back in focus.
The best quote in the book has to be Tony Wilson's, 'About three years after we opened the club, we realised that everybody in Manchester was getting free drinks - except for the people who actually owned it.' So true Tony, so true. A friend 'E' worked behind the bar and often hurriedly shoved bottles of Pils into my hands free of charge, thank you very much. One night, 'E' was on his break and we were swinging each other round on the dance floor (students on free beer, remember!) a bouncer grabbed us both and tried to show us the warehouse door. 'But I work here!' shrieked 'E'.... how not to get thrown out of the greatest nightclub ever.
And so to last night. Hooky's London book signing was a chance to reminisce, re-visit those teenage years and ask the 53 year old DJ a couple of brief, age-related questions (and it was a brief encounter, the queue of 40-something blokes snaked all around the shop and down the stairs).
TNMA: 'Thank you for writing this book - I grew up at the Hacienda, and it's reminded me of all those gigs I'd forgotten I went to.'
Hooky: 'Ha ...someone who went to the Hacienda and can't remember things, you're not alone!'
TNMA: 'What record would you play at a 40th birthday party?'
Hooky:'You've Got The Love. Yeah, it's got to be You Got The Love'
(Candi Staton tune often played at The Hac)
TNMA: ' Have all those years playing guitar at knee level had an effect as you've got older?'
Hooky: 'It has. I've got a trapped nerve. It's very bad, actually.'
Let that be a warning to all the hip, young guitar slingers out there - and then Hooky signed my booky and that was that. The End: No Funk.
8 comments:
It sounds like heady days and a head-fuzzed haze. How cool.
The book looks like Cliff's Notes!
Getting an interview at a book signing, like your style!
WEM
Oh yes - gone are the fuzzy days (and the youthful energy!), straight in, no messing!
Those were the days, £5 would ensure a fab nite of dancing, drinking and merry making and (almost) seeing Madonna live before she was famous x
Indeed, and if it makes you feel better - I missed Madge too!
I saw Madge on The Tube so I was 'almost' there. Barney offered me some of his poppers once. I politely declined. Love Hooky... top interview!
Alyson, I have only gotten around to reading this piece properly. Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant. I dont think I ever even paid to get into the Hacienda never mind buy a drink! It was always cool going downstairs and seeing the New Order boys hanging out there. Brilliant club. Great memories....mmm yes well even if a little...well very fuzzy actualy.
Great to hear about your Hacienda days - got me thinking about the final scene in '24 Hr Party Peiople' where Tony Wilson threw open the doors to the Factory offices and invited the public to take whatever they wanted and use it creatively. Often wondered how true that was - and if anything did get used for anything of note.
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