Street Party in Telegraph Hill Park

Mothers (and fathers and others) were all getting ruined in Telegraph Hill this weekend for the fab RumBQ 🙂
Plans were also being hatched for the next Mothers’/Fathers’/Summer Ruin – so watch this space – you will be the first to know.

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rumbq

Wow!  In all my years here, I have never seen or experienced anything like this.  What an amazing afternoon we had yesterday in (and out of) the park.  People (including us) actually dancing in the streets in SE14 😀

For a change the weather did more than behave, it actually excelled, and the sun and warm weather turned the event  into what it was supposed to be the first time (when it was postponed due to rubbish weather) – a fun, relaxed, family bank holiday in the park listening to reggae tunes from a gorgeous sound system (but not turned up too loud) whilst drinking rum and eating bbq.  Just like a proper street party!  Without the sun it would have been lovely.  With the sun and the warmth, it made it into something quite special.

A good section of the community turned up, of all age groups, and it…

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Don’t Look Any Further (less than a week to go)

It’s a dark November evening and unless you are on the eve of scooping the eye-popping Euromillions rollover* you might, like the rest of us, need something fun to cheer you up this weekend.

As Dennis Edwards would say, Don’t Look Any Further.

As well as the guaranteed good music, we have a few surprises in store for you this time.  So get there early, bring up a beverage of your choice, and prepare to enjoy.

Feel free to take the dance floor, or just a sweetie.

Come dressed to impress, or just borrow a ridiculous mask or beard for the night.  Or indeed bring (or wear) your own!

Just make sure you come.

All welcome.  See you there.

*in which case don’t forget your old pal Mental Floss

Mothers’ Ruin at the Telegraph (at the Earl of Derby) 14th April 2012

Four months after the first outing, about ten posts on facebook, four days of twitter, several local posters, plus countless verbal nudges, emails, and the uber casual dropping into conversation, Mothers’ Ruin was back.  The second coming happened this Saturday, upstairs at the Telegraph (aka The Earl of Derby) in New Cross, and was meant as a fun night out for the locals, particularly with parents in mind but any human welcome to come along, grab a drink and join in the fun.

So the big question was, was it worth it?

shame they didn't spot the dodgy floorboards

Well, the venue was perfect, no complaints from either the manager or any local residents about the noise.  No hassle or fuss.  The only issue was that the uneven floorboards made the decks, particularly the right hand one, jump.  This wasn’t just when a heavy footed dancer trod in the wrong place.  This was when anyone came too close to any of the offending floorboards, and being floorboards they stretched right across the room.  This also happened when I (as daintily as possible ) moved to the right to select a new record.  Which is not so great when it’s all about the beat, and every beat came in either a second too late, or twice, or sometimes over and over again.  It was funny, I’ve got to say, as it made most people laugh, and you can’t be a snotty dj who gets cross about such stuff, but having no roadies at the time I couldn’t do much about it.  And it’s frustrating for anyone listening, not just the dj, because most people just want to hear the music properly.  For me, the major annoyance factor here is that it deterred people from really letting rip on the dancefloor, even if just a bit.  I could see those German high kickers and they didn’t feel they could kick so high – or so often.  And kicking, jumping and dancing is one of the (several) things that Mothers’ Ruin is about.

                

The other drawback is that the later opening hours meant a too long set for me.  Get out your violin!  Not an earthshattering disadvantage but it reinforced the fact that I didn’t really get a break, a chance to catch up with many of the kind friends who had come along to support, or even a toilet break.  Thanks Kristyn for making me go at around 12.15 (and thanks God that I returned back before a new record had to go on, otherwise who knows what might have happened).  So this is a quick shout out for another dj who would like to share deck duties with me… I might ask the mighty D Rex but if anyone out there is willing and able, and stationed not too far from the south east of the London, please comment at the bottom.

Not to harp on about the bad bits but I also really don’t want to have to keep going on about it to try to get people to come.  You really shouldn’t feel obliged, you should want to come, and not just to support my wild idea that it would be fun ‘for the community’.  Hopefully, if I do this next time, I will have enough followers on twitter, who then tweet on to their and their and their followers, along with the friends who have enjoyed and returned and brought their and their and their friends.  It will gain a bit of momentum and will start to walk on its own.  Please don’t come because you feel you ought to.  And please (talking to myself, now) don’t do it ‘for the people’, do it if you enjoy doing it!  That’s the advice to self over with.

Enough of the serious talk, as Mothers’ Ruin is about fun and jumping and above all music.  I have had lots of comments since Saturday night and they have all pretty much said ‘Excellent music’.  I’ve said before that I’m not a dj who is bothered about mixing properly, I’m not someone who knows their rrps, I mean bpms, but I would like to mention again that the Dino Collective (that’s me and Dafe) do have some fine records.  I did have to borrow a few choice cuts from aforementioned D Rex, who nobly stayed at home to babysit, but to be honest who remembers who bought what?!  (we both think we do and it sometimes causes a difference of opinion but I take it is a compliment when he likes to nick my records).  I suppose there is a formula to what I play, in that it goes loosely from Latin through to 60s soul, via 70s funk, 80s disco, 90s pop, naughties dance…  It is basically supposed to be music which makes you feel good, and make you get up and shake your pants.  Pity about the point above (dodgy floorboards, jumping records), but I’m glad to say that there was still some dancing, even if in some of the pictures it only looks like only one very sparkly lady was dancing…well done Lucy for showing that mothers can still really shake their thangs and get all the way down (and still get back up again).

all the single spangly ladies

And as for who came, well lots of my lovely pals who probably thought I wouldn’t forgive them if they didn’t (which is not true).  Plus they brought their friends, some even brought men with them, which was great after last time, and the funniest part was when a group of about 5 boys came and joined us, presumably from the pub downstairs.  They looked like they were students of no older than 20, some quite gothy, they stayed a bit (without dancing) and went away again.  And then they came back later!  I like the fact that the young goth/indie boys still like da funk (even if they wouldn’t lose their cool enough to dance to it).

Special thanks to my NBF and fellow Brockley DJ Obee for not only designing the fantastic t-shirt that I modelled, but for also pre- and post-tweeting about the event and even turning up and bringing his lovely wife.  Do go to http://newcrossisbetter.blogspot.co.uk/ if you want to educate yourself on so many reasons why New Cross is better than New York (especially see post #19 about Mothers’ Ruin), and while you’re there you might need a t-shirt yourself, or indeed a bag.  I’m sure you’ll agree that the yellow is rather fetching and goes wonderfully well with some stretchy leopard pants from Deptford Market.  The tees come in loads of colours, plug plug etc etc.

I will just sum up by saying that from my vantage point in the corner behind all the wires and the wonky turntables, everyone looked like they were chatting, drinking, making new friends or just enjoying gossiping with their old ones.  I think they were basically having a bit of a laugh and listening to good sounds while they did it.  And afterwards most people didn’t have far to stagger home.

I leave you with my favourite sound bites on or since the night.

DJMF

‘impeccable music’

‘tune’

‘had a great time last night’

With a bit of reflection I’m thinking that Mothers’ Ruin again erred on the side of success.  So, do you think I should do it again?

Will you come to the next one?

Will you bring a friend or two?

3 days to go

Only 3 days to go. Big fun to be had above the Telegraph. Be there and each of you bring a pal!

hattydaze

Full details here now (2 weeks to go).

Getting excited now.
I have selected all sorts of delectable treats for you to listen to on Saturday night.
Hope you have made appropriate plans if you intend to join us for a jig.
You will not forgive yourself for not coming when everyone is talking about it on Monday.

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Happy Easter

Happy Easter

Happy Easter

Recipe for enjoying Mothers’ Ruin

You don’t need to drink gin to enjoy Mothers’ Ruin… but it helps.

A week to go so hopefully it is in your calendar already.

Just need to pack my record box now.  Any requests?

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Full details here now (2 weeks to go)

Full details here now (2 weeks to go)

Mothers’ Ruin flyer for 14th April

Going global

Dafe snorted when I said that Mothers’ Ruin could go global.  The point is, global phenomena have to start somewhere in the world.  Why not in a room above a pub in a small corner of New Cross, SE14?

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After all, I have it on good authority that New Cross is better than New York

http://newcrossisbetter.blogspot.co.uk/

So pleased I did this (Part 2): Mothers’ Ruin, 2nd December 2011

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I am triumphant in the aftermath of Friday night as my theory has been proved that there is an audience for Mothers’ Ruin.  I can’t use the word triumph to describe the whole event, since the bar only broke even, but if all parties are willing and we do more of these, I think numbers will grow and grow.  I for one am really excited about watching this happen.

It was funny how the original concept of the night out for mothers really worked.  I had been warned not to be ‘exclusive’, since the Bold Vision organisation who run the café have a policy not to exclude any member of the community – but try finding any activity or event which is going to appeal to or include everyone in the area.  And also try thinking of a snappy title for the evening if you don’t use something like Mothers’…

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