An Obituary
Made famous by Jasper Carrott, the deity John Peel's favourite live venue and the place where I tirelessly trained to become an olympic snogger, invariably clad in a rubber dress and 4-inch killer heels, dancing with delicious abandon to Echo Beach, Teenage Kicks, Ram Jam et al, is no more.
The Baths started life, funnily enough, in the 1930s as a municipal swimming pool, popular with the grimy steelworkers in the days before internal plumbing but later transformed itself into one of the UK's premiere ( in my opinion) live music venues.
The much-loved Baths welcomed the likes of the Boomtown Rats, the Hollies, the Searchers, Jools Holland & His Rhythm & Blues Orchestra, Desmond Dekker, New Model Army, China Crisis, Steve Bird's alternative disco and the annual Rock Open, and latterly the tediously regular Rumbleband and various tribute bands, delighting 3 generations of this family alone ( my Mum, Katy Crunch & I, and last night, Jack who went along to watch Enter Shikari) for almost 40 years.
Tonight was to have been its swan song, blasting out in a blaze of glory with The Buzzcocks, but sadly the gig was cancelled so I never did get chance to pay my respects. ( I'm secretly relieved. I was worrying how I was going to get out of that rubber dress without breaking my clavicle).
Ram Jam
posted by Cherrypie at 8:53 pm
14 Comments:
Can anyone tell me what the hell that song was supposed to be about?
I would always end that song with a chorus of Spam Spam Spam Spam lovely spam wonderful spam spam spam spam.
Cherry if you can lather up and get into your rubber dress I will feverishly rummage through my closet for my 5" blue suede stilts, have half of my ass surgically removed and squish into my leathers and we can go dancing.
Since I will be unable to sit down without blowing a couple hundred linear feet of suturing you are guaran-damn-teed that I will be up dancing all night.
Yeah Baby!
"Do Jasper Carrott want to play Scunthorpe Baths?"
"They might..."
Only visited the Baths once, for a Works Xmas Do, but there was a half-decent Monkees Tribute-band on, so the night wasn't a dead loss.
I think HE and I would agree that you'd find a legion of volunteers here to help you with the rubber dress problem.
Out of a sense of good manners and decorum, of course . . . . you can stop snickering anytime now.
you wearing that dresss for Pott Carr?
If my guitar partner Del finds out about that rubber dress he'll be round yours in a flash.
Sadly, these days I'd have to be sponsored by Michelin.
Pete, there are undoubtedly practical benefits to wearing rubber for bird-watching. I just can't seem to think of any right now.
Presumably these birds are waterfowl. Or seagulls.
The feathered variety, Mark, certainly. What had you got in mind?
cluwk - rubber garment worn with sturdy boots, often accessorized with binoculars, looks fantastic only in your mind!
I love that song :-)
I don't know that venue, but it's really sad when a place you have such fond memories of closes down.
ps: Pot Carr - is that Potterick Carr? I live near there.
It is Potteric Carr. Why don't you join us if you are free.
CP - I can, will make a great photo for the blog!!!
Kate - yeah join us.
very informative...and how r we today?
Keshi.
Mike, tell Del not to fret. These days I'd have to have a licence from the council to wear rubber. The sort they dish out to used tyre dumps!
Hi Kheshi - all the better for seeing you x
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