For anyone involved in the alternative London music scenes the recent news that Plastic People, the legendary Shoreditch club, is facing closure by the Met will have come as not just a surprise but also a real blow to the creative heart of the city.
And considering London’s recent hyper-gentifrication ahead of the Olympics, said creative heart is starting to shrink more and more by the month it seems.
I moved to London in September 2005 and up until that point, I had never really found a group of people that could truly relate to my undying passion for music.
I struggled for about 2,5 years in London until I finally found a place where there were like minded people to myself, people who had the same passion for music, and that place was Plastic People.
It was at Plastic People I had my first romance with electronic/beat based music, it was at Plastic People I had the privilege to meet artists such as Mr Beatnick, Floating Points, Bullion, Sound Species, 8Bitch, Simbad, Emanative (to name a very few), see amazing sets from the likes of Theo Parrish and Four Tet, and attend breath taking and booty shaking nights such as CDR and FWD.
This legendary venue as not only hosted fantastic events and presented some of the most influential artists/producers of the past 5 years I have been in London, but it has also nurtured, helped develop and pushed many of the artists that both me and you guys hold close to our hearts, artists who inspire us and who makes us want to achieve better as artists/writers/musicians/promoters/organisers/etc on a daily basis.
It is the only place in London were I feel like I can go, and I know that almost nobody (if anybody) will care about what I am wearing, what I do for a living, what country I come from, what colour my skin is, what religion I practise, you name it… The vast majority of people who go to Plastic People go there for one reason, the music.