Dina is a
new arts space in what was the Stardust bar on Cambridge street.
The
Stardust bar used to have a revolving dance floor upstairs but the
only revolving I was doing was on the bar swivel chair. It's a rare
to sit at a bar at a club, but one I greatly revelled in. Usually,
the music is too loud but shielded by a big red curtain I could hear
quite comfortably.
Happily
tipping back a can of Red stripe; which I'll never understand its
position as the subversive art's
event drink of choice, I chatted to various attendees of the night
largely from University music society, who were a very agreeable
bunch.
I even
bumped into a Latvian guy, that worked at the climbing centre next
door to the Circus I worked at in London (they are very cramped for
space down there). He is now
studying robotics, and is
heavily into his electronic dance music, made sense really.
It all
felt like an episode of Cheers, albeit without
any of the cast there, but I was joyfully entertained by Sheffield's
eminent artist and all round genius, lunatic Stuart Faulkner. Who
unleashed, on the uninitiated music students, a chorus of spontaneous
hits from the Poddington's Peas theme tune to songs from his new
musical about Hen do gone wrong.
When I did
enter the arena of dance, I was impressed. The music was good, a
heady mix of electronica, garage, even finding time to squeeze in
some Van Morrison. Everyone was dancing wildly, not a hint of ego or
pretence just a real good sense of fun. I honestly haven't enjoyed a
night more in ages, It had a fine house party vibe, where everyone is
loosing their shit on the dance floor rather smoke boxing a bedroom
or being passed out on Beaver paracetamol.
I tottered
home about 4 in the morning with tired feet happily reciting 'down at
the bottom of the garden....
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