Big Beat had just kicked off. I’d spent my first student loan on a set of 1210’s, completely unable to do them justice. But I spent a lot of money on good tunes.
All the ‘big’ DJ’s came to Glasgow. Norman, Stuart, Jon, Deadly and others. Bentley, Lo-Fi’s and other amazing bands.
There was something about Derek Dahlarge however. Amazing DJ. Produced some of my favourite records. Party animal. Troubled soul. A Londoner but somehow a Celtic man. There was a connection. Loads of them.
One night after playing The Arches in Glasgow, he came back to my brothers house for an afters. We stopped off at my (Mum’s) place (I was only about 19) in a taxi. We ran upstairs to get some records. He signed my Skint slipmats, even though he was a Wall of Sound Man. I was buzzing.
When we got to my brothers house, he got his record bag out and said I could have any record I wanted. I had just about every record he had that night (student loans) but he insisted I took Westbam - Alarm Clock, which I’d never heard before. It’s an amazing record. Unique.
Derek was buzzing to share the record. I was just buzzing. It’s a secret weapon for me to this day. He signed it before slipping into the dawn of a new Glasgow day after creating a night and morning to remember, hence my post.
Not long after, despite not being in touch since (before twitter etc), Derek saw a few of us waiting in the queue at Manumission as he got out a taxi for his set. Shouted us over, took us in with him and gave us plenty of drinks tokens.
He went on to play an amazing set in the back room as usual. I honestly can’t remember if I seen him DJing again after that. Big Beat was a crazy year or so. Maybe even less then when everything was just too fucking good. Before capitalism locked in. It was real. It felt real anyway.
Anyways, that’s my wee story.
Derek Dahlarge was and hopefully is a great guy. If anyone knows his whereabouts, I’d
Love to buy him a beer x