Discussion in 'Streetwear and Denim' started by Spirit of 69, Nov 19, 2008.
Codpiece? Now we're getting into Clockwork Orange territory.
I remember those rockers too. I used to go to judo around 1964 at a place on the other side of the road from The Pantiles(now McDonalds) No helmets in those days and all the motor bikes were British. I never knew any rockers. The older kids round our way mostly got scooters and became mods.
Hi, this is a pic of slade from the late 60s where don powell on the rights wearing a grandad shirt.
They single handedly change skinheads fave type of music from reggae/soul in the 60s to loud metal/
/oi oi/punk which most people would associate skinheads with since the 70s.
Hi, this is a pic of slade from the late 60s where you can see don powell on the rights wearing a grandad shirt.
They single handedly changed skinheads fave type of music from reggie & soul to loud/metal/oi oi/punk/bootboy music which most people would associate skinheads with.
I don't know how you could say such a sweeping statement, Slade had no influence over Skinheads in London, in fact no one took any notice of them until 71.
Marc Bolan T Rex, Ride A White Swan, late 70 that changed it all. As been said before Reggae was just part of the music skinheads listened too.
Slade was never Skinheads.
I never at any time classed slade as a skinhead band, in fact i will stick my neck out and say there was not a skinhead band if we are looking at the years of late 68 to 70. We did have plenty of reggae bands that played live , to me slade and i did like there thumping sound were a hard glam band, then came along bad manners, sham 69 ect but by then the trad skins had moved on i must second that slade were never skinheads but there agents may have thought it would sell discs, but soon changed there minds when they realised what real skins were all about
Not in my part of England (NW), mate.
Glam Rock... fine, they were at home there, but Slade were never played in any club, pub or venue where 'real' skins frequented, circa: 1969-1970.
Thats right Ed, The only time i saw or heard their music ..and the other awful Glam Rock shit was on Top Of The Pops, never in Clubs/Pubs.
Good to meet you too, Ed! Sorry for the tardy reply: I'm a bit behind the times..... for a change.....
Can we put this thing about Slade,to bed.Theydid not have any influence on Skinheads(in the 60s)whatsoever,Thay were just copyists-they did not have a clue how to dress,for a start! I have written in previous Pages aboiut a Concert they did,in Guildford.After two songs(or whatever)they had to be escorted off the Stage.They started a bloody Riot!They were Shite!!!!!
I second that Colin, Slade had no relevance to 60s Skinheads, or this thread for that matter.
‘Just about as good as it gets’
We have had a flurry of activity and more recently a quieter period.
I wondered if it might be interesting (and of use for the book) if we were to record one or two really special moments from back in the day under the above heading. Things that that have stayed with you and still give off a warm glow even now when you think about them. I’ll kick off.
I have often referred to a holiday in Clacton in the summer of 1970. It was something of a turning point. It was the beginning of the end of skinhead for us and it was the last time we all went on holiday as a group (although we didn’t know that at the time!).
Perhaps that is why so many things about that holiday are still fresh in my mind – especially how I felt. I particularly recall one wet afternoon hanging around in one of those massive bar/dancehalls that Butlins used to have. Tears of a Clown by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles came on and was repeated a few times. Two girls were practicing their moves to the record. They were the only ones on the floor. They looked wonderful. Hair, make up, clothes all perfect. What I remember in particular was that their mohair skirts were knee length – something that was quite new to me at the time. They just looked ‘authentic’. Watching them with the Miracles blaring out and supping a pint with my mates – as good as it gets…
Just about as good as it gets.
Ilford Palais on a Saturday night in early 1969 under the plastic palm trees and this song playing:
Gonna Give Her All the Love I've Got - Jimmy Ruffin
Anywhere in Manchester 1969-70:
Just an old romantic at heart.
Sorry, just catching up and still behind the times!
Yes, Brownie this interests me too! I'm fascinated by the words Bob uses that were spoken down the pit and when he meets other ex-miners: it's like a secret society!
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