UP ON THE ROOF:
Up on the roof of the Birmingham Library listening to the hum & hiss of a city so transformed I no longer recognise it as the miserable island I used to catch the X92 to as a kid. Back then it didn’t offer any hope for a boy desperate to realise his dreams. In the early ’70s Brum felt like a cul-de-sac, a twilight city where dreams came to die. There were few places where you could get a buzz, a visual thrill, Oasis, the Flea Market, the first Virgin Record shop in brown with aeroplane seats & a set of headphones for each so you could recline & listen, second hand gear shops full of cool road damaged stuff stencilled with the names of bands with record deals, all hinting at offering escape but not one of them showed me an exit out of the area or even a smile. Positivity was low around here in those days. So, what happened? Ever since we got here we’ve only been greeted with warmth, generosity & a positivity underpasses by anywhere I’ve been in the world! Had Birmingham felt like this when I was 18 I would never have left & the history of techno would’ve had one less name on the roll-call, ha ha ha!