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Issue 29 Spring 2006
  CONTENTS

  Two Way Traffic? 3

  News in Brief 4

  Letters 6

  Porn Again 8

  Straight to the Point 10

  Springtime for Jules 11

  Fairtrade 12

  Think Global... Act N16 12

  Round the Bend 16  

  The Round House 16

  Market Forces 18

  Broader than Broadway 19   

  Stokey Press Watch 20

  Every Breath You Take 21

  Stoking the Pudding 22

  Arts & Entertainment 24

  Local Music 26

  Daniel Defoe 30

  Queen of Stokey 30

  Open Mic 31

  From a Small Tent in Cuba 32

  You Get Me? 33

  Church Street Trader 34

  Farmers' Market 35

   A Singular man 36

  Looking for Pete 37

  Just Over the Border 38

  Blue Riband 39
  Comedy Candy 39
  Wine 40
  Bagloads of Compost 40
  View from the Lane 41
  Boy in the Clock End 42
  Xword 42

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Room to Rehearse
By Warren Neill

For as far back as I can remember, I have been a music nut; religiously taping the charts every Sunday and sitting in front of the television while Top of the Pops was on with the tape recorder from my ZX Spectrum held up to the speaker.

My attention, however, was not taken by the singer getting all the adulation or the super-cool lead guitarist – it was taken by the drummer. Especially the heavy metal and rock drummers. They got to beat the shit out of these massive drum kits, chuck their sticks around, then chuck the drums around; plus they had the most tattoos.

I got my first go on a drum kit when I was about seven or eight on holiday in Blackpool, and was immediately smitten. As soon as I got home it was straight to the park to get the straightest branches I could find and wrap them in Sellotape: my first drumsticks. I later found my first real pair after a fight between two Flute bands on the Twelfth of July (I grew up on the Shankill Road in Belfast).

And so my bedroom became my very own silent rehearsal room, and it still is, with my very own air drums. Rehearsal rooms then became garages, front rooms and attics. The progression onto real rehearsal space wasn’t much better, to be honest; for your money you got a stinking, dingy room with sticky carpets, busted amps and a kit held together with two rolls of gaffer tape. And all this helpfully managed by a drug-shot old rocker – cool!

Nowadays, studios and rehearsal rooms cater to musicians’ every whim, have great equipment and can be quite helpful to those new to the experience. In Stoke Newington we are pretty much spoilt for choice when it comes to space, whether it’s getting down to some serious practice or getting pissed with your mates and making a racket. So, without any kind of favouritism or technical specs (you can find all that out yourself), you can start with Karma Studios which is tucked away on Bouverie Mews, off Bouverie Road: a very modern, relaxed space with two rooms available with full back-line and great split-level lounge. Seventh Studios is next to the old Fire Station on Leswin Road and also has a couple of well- equipped rooms for day-to-day use (and other rooms but these are usually residential or block-booked), and upstairs in the unit is Scabby Road Recording Studio. On Northwold Road (Stamford Hill end) is Audio Underground, which is well worth a visit just to see the size of the place – it seems to be constantly building upwards and outwards so, by the time this is printed, it will almost certainly have changed. Some great rooms to record in there and loads of experienced engineers. Up Stamford Hill, near Stoke Newington railway station is The Others. Not only are there rooms to rehearse there, it also has a massive space which can be used for dance/theatre rehearsal. Another recording studio, which, although it is a little further afield in Bow and has relocated from Stoke Newington, is Gizzard Studios.

All the studios mentioned are purpose-built with quality facilities, and have experienced musicians and techs managing them. They all have different facilities to offer and it’s down to personal choice what is required, so give them a call. And, if there are any other studios close by who would like to be mentioned, drop me a line and I will list you on our website, n16mag.com.

Finally, if you weren’t aware already and are in a band or are in any way interested in music and meeting people, you should go to www.myspace.com. Right now, about 47 million people use it worldwide and there is a great local community developing there. You basically get free web space to put your pictures, tunes, blogs, gig dates and whatever else to network with the rest of the world. If you haven’t been yet go to www.myspace.com/soixanteneufmusique for a look around, check the friends and explore.
 

Karma Studios,
Bouverie Mews,
Stoke Newington
www.karman16.co.uk
0208 8094200

Audio Underground,
Northwold Road,
Stoke Newington
0207 2411818

Seventh Studios,
Leswin Road, Stoke Newington
0208 9239533

The Others, Top Floor,
6-8 Manor Road, Stoke Newington
0208 8023755

Gizzard Recording Studio
0208 9817848
www.gizzardrecording.zoomshare.com
 

Circus of Horrors

By Warren Neill

One of the last times I went to see a show at the Hackney Empire was about 6 years ago, pre-restoration (though still under a cloud of uncertainty until a plethora of eminent and local grass roots performers threw their weight behind a campaign to save it), and The Samuel Pepys sat cosily next door awaiting the influx of after-show drinkers with its own unique mix of Hackney locals and pub-rock covers bands. The show that night was Richard O’Brien’s Rocky Horror Picture Show and, as is the norm, everybody had dressed up (including myself as a very unconvincing Rocky), were singing all the songs and dancing in the aisles. Apparently, I just made it out of the Pepys alive.

Surprisingly, Circus of Horrors wasn’t too dissimilar from the Rocky Horror experience. I was expecting a more ‘Jim Rose’ kind of show, with freaks hammering nails up their noses and regurgitating bile for fervent audience members to drink. Instead, we got a more choreographed, all singing/all dancing freak-show with the oddities incorporated into the (very loose) storyline. The stage and beautifully ornate theatre was used to the full, with the band taking up three levels behind the performers and elastic trapeze coming right out front nearly to the back of the stalls. There was a midget eating light bulbs and opening bottles of beer in his eye socket, a contortionist in a bell jar, the most amazing hula-hoop and limbo, a guy whose skin could stretch to a sickening degree, oh, and a midget pulling a Hoover around with his knob and shooting fireworks out of his ass.

The new theatre bar is bright and airy with great views of the boarded-up Ocean across the road, whereas a couple of years ago it was the other way round. It’s unbelievable that they aren’t able to complement each other, although I am glad that heritage has prevailed.

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