An Interview With A Clubbing Legend – Jay aka Wayne Dubbly

Around 22 years ago there was a small, dirty little club in a small, dirty little town. In this club I was given many, many musical lessons – not to mention pulling ropey birds and downing more drugs than Pablo Escobar in his time – but it is also where I met two Djs who were to shape my musical life.

These men were called Andy and Jay. In this interview I talk to Jay Innit, himself.

1/ So Jay, I’m not going to rattle on too much about Patsy’s Nightclub, as that is a blog I have lined up for the future, but tell me how long you played there, and how long were you DJing before you and Andy ‘took over’ the place.

I cant believe it was that long ago!! i was 18 years old when i first started playing that fabulous little club’ that we wont mention’ [*coughs* Patsies *coughs*, it was 1988 and , I had just started the whole clubbing thing and the forenamed club was my local haunt, I'd only been going there(as a punter) a few months when the staff there were spreading the rumour of possible closure due to lack of interest (they were lucky to be getting 50 people a night)..... and troubles with getting DJ's ,(it is worth noting at this point that clubs back then were stuck in the 70's and it was common place to play slow records at the end of the night).

Well i couldn't stand by and let them shut my local club.. i loved it there, so one evening after a DJ quit i drunkedly said i would take over the night and became resident DJ , a week later i met Mr.B [Andy Bailie] who was DJ-ing the under 18′s night , he was really good at mixing…. (my mixing was still a bit… vague back then), he ended up staying late and doing the over 18′s with me (1988 was still right at the birth of clubbing as we know it today, Acid house was a fairly new phenomenon and we found we had a shared love of this music and the art of ‘mixing’) things just evolved from that point for the next 13 years following the evolution of house/club music (that has to be one of the longest DJ residencies on record) we played many other clubs also during that time , but that club was our baby so in summary to your question I had been djing for about 20 mins before i started there *laughs*, that was 23 years ago , i’m still going today and still searching for something new.

I played there for 13 years and was heartbroken to see the site go for redevelopment, we had built it up from nothing to being rammed packed every week it stayed rammed for 11-12 years right up to and including the last ever night. we built a loyal following , in fact the ‘crowd’ are the real stars of any club ,they give any night that special buzz ,with a little guidance from the the chap up the front with the vinyl , and possibly also the dodgy looking bloke handing out smarties in the shadows…. i miss each and everyone of them .

2/ I can’t stress enough how much I learned about music just from listening to you two mixing it up every weekend, and even then heading to Andy’s to dig around the thousands of bits of vinyl he had in his basement as you two made me mix tapes straight off the cuff.

So, back to 2001, ‘the’ club shuts… so what do you do with your weekends after 13 years of breathing life into Ryde?

At first , was at a bit of a lose end ,and done things ‘Normal people’ probably do ( (looking back this probably saved my life)… as you can only burn the candle at both ends for so long ;) . after a short while the boredom set in so we hatched a few new semi regular nights in a couple of clubs over in newport town… and kinda been doing that ever since :) if you’re interested you can have a listen to one of my sets i recorded from our gig last xmas –> ( http://soundcloud.com/stinky-3)

I’ve also started a podcast , which means i can branch out and play other musical genres under some new aliases *laughs* Oh and i’ve bought some great new toys, my favourite being a Kaoss3 pad (great for adding live effects to a dj set ) and the latest being a Native Instruments MASCHINE (great for live remixing during a set)… so my weekends are taken up by doing other ‘new’ things … or sitting about chilling whilst collecting as much new music as humanly possible.

3/ What format do you mix with these days? Are you completely tech-savvy, or do you still use vinyl on occasion? I have roughly 22gb of music stored on my PC and memory sticks, but I’m sure you can put that figure to embarrassment…

At home i pretty much only use Traktor on the PC ,mainly because of a space problem as my place is about the same size as a matchbox, If i was putting on a night somewhere that didn’t have equipment already ,then i would take my technics 1210 mk5 ‘s and serato as this would give me the option of playing mp3′s/wav and vinyl , mainly i would use mp3/wav (unless it was an old skool night where i would dig through the vinyl room for some forgotten gems *laughs*

Saying that i quite enjoy playing on pioneer CDJ 1000′s if a club has them , and lets face it most have as they have become industry standard in the same way technics dex were back in the day *laughs* *again*

As for how much music I have stored?

‘Some’.

4/ Have you ever attempted to convert all of your vinyl into MP3 format? I’ve actually got a USB convertor for the stack of olf vinyl I have, and I’ve been putting it off for about two years. My stack is about two foot high. I dread to think what yours is like…?

Well my vinyl is so old it has started to bio-degrade *laughs* so in short .. ‘ No’.. i haven’t been attempted to convert my vinyl to mp3, if i needed one of my vinyl tracks to play i’d probably download a better copy anyway , lets face it if you look hard enough you can find almost anything you want online, and also the conversion would only be as good a quality as from the source in the first place , most of my vinyl has been soaked in beer/spirits and silly string over the years plus whatever else that gets chucked around in clubs *laughs*

You seem obsessed with the ‘size’ of my music collection!

Ok, I will estimate that i have around 24-30 foot of 12″ vinyl/albums , around 1 – 2 yards of 7″ vinyl and 2 large HDD’s of mp3′s , but by the time this goes to print i may have started on my 3rd HDD…

5/ Size impresses me. I just remember the stacks that Andy Baillie had stored in his little ‘dungeon’ once upon a time… So, for a guy that has seen many, many ‘talents’ come and go, who has impressed you musically over the years, and do you like any of the new DJs/producers out there?

That’s a tough question , there’s many good new dj’s /producers so its hard to single any out; Amon Tobin , Danny Byrd, even Norman Cook’s many aliases over the years , ((Dave ‘Switch’ (although not that well produced, bonkers ideas)) Andy Weatherall ,not forgetting the legend that is Tony Coleman of London Elektricity fame, probably the best band ever!

Oh then there’s Underworld during the Darren Emerson years. i should also mention my mate andyB {Andy Bailie aka Future King of The World] whos dj mix creations are truely inspired sometimes …i also like what you are trying to do on Vectis Radio and dragging our little rock into this millennium.

Theres many good productions nowadays as musical production has been opened up to the masses in recent years as the equipment needed has become more compact and afordable , you no longer need a huge studio to produce quality sounding music, you just need a good ear and a few hundred quid for a pc , a good audio editing software package and a few plug-ins, i use cakewalk sonar 6 mainly , i have version 7 , but it wont run on win xp , i have it installed on my new pc, , but i always come back to my beloved xp machine for doing anything musically (its faster) … xp rocks!! win7 is for rednecks! *we both laugh*

6/ Win7 sucks cocks for rocks. As a man who has DJ’d everywhere over the years, what was/is your favourite venue? And do you still get the urge to get behind the decks on a night out?

I prefer small dark and dingy clubs over superclubs , the atmosphere is always better , my fave venue of all time would have to have been the small sweaty subterranean club known as patsys… but then I am biased *laughs* I used to like the Opera House in Bournemouth , Matter in the London dome was a good venue if you looked past the bare breeze block construction , and the Concord down in Brighton .to be honest most clubs ive been to have been a bit of a blur…

Yeah I still get the urge to get behind the decks (and occasionally still do ) but its not the same as back in the day, nowadays every 15 mins you will lose half the dancefloor as people are forced to go outside for a smoke, which inturn is killing off the smaller clubs , this is evident by the amount of festivals that have started to pop up as people go back outside to party.

7/ I never thought of the smoking ban effecting clubs like that… but you’re right! Ok, final question before we stick in a link to your mix; What would you ideal musical life be like if you had one wish…?

I’m not really into musicals.

Thanks Jay, and thanks for shaping my musical future, whether you accept it or not!

Now, I gotta go find a man called Andy B to see if he’ll give me an interview…

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South West 4 and the Ministry of Sound Messiness

I’ve done a lot of exciting things this year, but the build-up to the 2011 South West 4 Festival had got me excited for weeks beforehand. And it didn’t disappoint.

[Disclaimer - this blog is full of swearing, sweat and drug-references. Do not read on if this offends you... actually... if this offends you then you wouldn't read any of my fucking blogs.]

C-Kay and I.

I left the island on the 8.47 catamaran from Ryde Pier after my lovely mum dropped me down there. The train from Portsmouth departed almost straight away and I spent most of the journey Tweeting or messaging my friend, DJC-Kay – a guy who’d supplied me with many, many mixes for my radio show. As thanks, I bought him a ticket for the Sunday of SW4.

Waterloo is where I meet him (ironically passing Clapham Junction which is where SW4 is nearby) and we enter Somerfield to buy some whiskey, where the 29 year old C-Kay gets asked for ID!

No one asked me all fucking weekend.

Quickly into a pub (I forget it’s name, but a mad man with carrier bags sits behind me shouting ‘I’m from Peckham!’ constantly) and we down a couple of drinks before a quick smoke, and then we’re on the tube and heading toward our destination.

We chat the whole way, swapping our favourite tracks while I dig into C-Kay’s past to try and figure out what makes him tick musically (an interview with him will follow in the next few weeks) and we swig whiskey and coke on the train like a couple of alcoholics. Life is good.

We hit Clapham Common and find the festival surrounded by metal fences, huge boardings, and big, burly security guards. These guards would become the bane of my weekend.

I get stopped and searched, and as soon as I pull out my spare boxer shorts adorned in bio-hazard symbols (seriously) the man laughs and sends me through. So, lesson learnt – flash your pants and you’re good to go… something I’ll try to adhere to for the rest of my life.

‘Inside’ the festival we see all the usual Indy Cindy girls and shirtless guys with straw hats and cans of beer, but you can tell there is a string of hardcore dance fans milling around – the kind of guys I grew up with as our musical influences were moulded by guys like Colin Dale, Sasha, DJ SS, John Digweed, et al.

Around us are various big top tents housing different kinds of music. There are the Last FM Arena, We Love Arena, Drumcode Arena and, of course, the main stage. C-Kay and I flit from tent to tent, grabbing vodkas in between, we try and figure out which tent is playing the best music when we come across a crowd that is jumping, beer that is flying, and inflatables that are being smashed into the air by revellers.

The reason – Alan Fitzpatrick. His beats were big and the tent was rocking. This is what we came for.

Alan Fitzpatrick waaaaay in the background behind the decks.

I apologise for being completely unable to tell you which tent and which DJ we saw afterwards, but we bumped into some guys who were throwing Mandy around (those that know will understand the reference) and pretty soon I was more mashed than a pot full of potatoes. Strangely… well, I say strangely, but wherever I go I’m asked if I have any drugs. It’s happened on the high street of my home town, it’s happened to me in other countries. You won’t believe how many fucking times it happened at SW4.

It actually got worse. C-Kay and I were stood on our own in the middle of a mud-patch, in the rain, having a real heart to heart when a small Turkish security guard stepped up and asked C-Kay if I was ‘serving up’ to him! What made it even worse was that I thought he said ‘seven up’… which confused shit even more. This bugged me for ages, as apparently a white guy and a black guy can’t be seen talking together in the middle of a field without it involving drugs. In fairness, I was completely space cadet, but what the fuck?

Back to the music and pretty soon we’re both bouncing around inside different tents, holding each other up, getting muddy and covered in vodka while talking complete bollocks to everyone around us.

It’s a great day. One of the best I’ve had in ages… but it only gets better.

Myself, Dan Formosa and Alastair. Alastair's hat was like a homing beacon for me all day!

But not before C-Kay pulls his Mr Elusiveness’ act. He goes to the loo, I wait outside the toilets… I’m still stood there 20 minutes later. I find him eventually, but this all happens again a couple of hours later. Now, I don’t know what the hell he gets up to, but after I’ve found him we head for the We Love tent to check out the main reason I came to SW4 – Sasha. He’s as good live as I imagined, and soon the pair of us are bouncing, and holding each other up like a pair of alcoholics at a free wine tasting party.

After we’ve seen God for a good long while we head to the main stage where we settle in for a Magnetic Man and Pendulum finale. Neither disappoint and the singalong with Magnetic Man is one of my SW4 highlights.

I first saw Pendulum when they were starting out in a shitty little club on the Isle of Wight called The Balcony. Oh, how they’ve come a long, long way since then…

Before Pendulum start a small group of Aussies and Brits rush up to C-Kay like he’s a long lost friend before asking me if I was his ‘friend that had disappeared’! It turns out C-Kay met these guys while looking for me while I was looking for him!

We stick with Alastair, Dan, Leticia, and Andy and we’re all bouncing like idiots as Pendulum take off. We’re all in a mess, and loving every minute…

Until C-Kay pulls off the mother of all vanishing acts. We lose him completely. I’ve got his wallet and his phone and Andy and I scour the grounds to try and find him, but it’s like… well, it’s like trying to find a black guy in London.

I start to fret, wondering what’s happened to my friend when the Festival finishes and the guys explain to me that I’ve got very little hope of finding C-Kay and that he’ll probably meet us at the Ministry of Sound, as luckily I gave him that ticket and he (hopefully) still had it on him.

“Ok, that’ll work,” I say. “Let’s hit the MOS.”

C-Kay in the blue shirt, Dan Formosa with the shit-eating grin.

“Er… it doesn’t open for another three hours…” Andy tells me.

Shit.

By a massive stroke of luck the gang inform me that their flat is in Clapham and that I’m more than welcome to stay with them until the MOS opens… as they’re all going as well!

So, Jode’s now sat in a strange flat in London with people he doesn’t know, having lost his friend in the middle of Clapham Common, flaked out on a sofa with a bunch of people as monky-ed as himself. Standard night for me, then.

We hit the MOS just after midnight after a taxi ride where the taxi driver doesn’t have a fucking clue what he’s up to. That’s the second numbnut taxi driver I’ve encountered today… and I thought they all just worked for us back home!

I get searched on the door of the MOS. Twice. And they take my arthritis tablets off me. Oh, and flashing my underwear doesn’t work at all this time. But, we’re in, and we’re dancing after having paid £9 for a vodka and lemonade, but, when in London…

Richie Hawtin – aka ‘Techno God’ – is the star of tonight’s show, but the DJ before him tears it up as well… although I am shit and can’t remember if it’s Marc Houle, Barem, Ambivalent… or all three! Did anyone else who went know?

Before we start throwing shapes at the start of an epic 6 hour dance-a-thon for myself and

Me and Daniel Formosa

Dan, we hit the other room to check out the music… and Dan finds C-Kay cutting some rug by the entrance! Lots of hugging and wiping of relieved brows later and the gang is back together!

But not for long…

Andy is bounced by the bouncers for having a chat with Mandy, and Leticia goes with him as he can’t get himself back in, which leave Dan, C-Kay and I stood outside, smoking, watching them leave.

“Well, we didn’t get kicked out…” Dan says in his Aussie lint and we head back inside.

The place is bouncing and Richie Hawtin is showing us how it’s done. We dance, and C-Kay tells us he’s going to go and get us some drinks.

We don’t see the Elusive C-Kay for another FOUR HOURS. This time we only briefly search, as he now has previous, and we know he’ll show up.

Dan and I don’t stop dancing until 6am. Well, I don’t. Dan stops intermittently to shove his tongue down some girls throat who’s been hanging off of him since we arrived. The boy is smooth, and his accent seems to win everyone over. The bloody convict.

The lights are about to go up, and Dan ‘C-Kay Finder Extraordinaire’ Formosa finds our mysterious buddy again. We leave, jump in a taxi, hit Leticia and Andy’s flat and spend the next couple of hours talking about C-Kay’s mixes, scouring dance videos on YouTube, and generally getting more spannered.

Alas, soon it’s time for me to leave, and with hugs and handshakes all around, C-Kay and I grab another cab back to Waterloo where we both embrace and say goodbye. It’s been emotional, stressful, brilliant, funny, and more than anything – spectacular. We agree to meet up next year with our new friends… but next year we’ll know what to expect.

But I’m not sure SW4 will be ready for our new Super Group – The SW4 Gang. I’ve already got people on the island saying they want to come following my Facebook statuses and messages.

And to Dan, Andy, Alastair and Leticia – C-Kay and I will see you next year for our yearly meet. I got a feeling it’s gonna be even messier next time around…

Oh, and when my mum picked me up off of the boat (that I narrowly caught after having fallen asleep on the train) she told me off for the fucking state I was in. And then banned me from drinking at my sisters’ forthcoming wedding.

Yeah. Right.