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I had an excellent Easter weekend, but since it ended I’ve had an evil motherfucker of a head cold, with mucus seeping into every part of already feeble brain, especially the parts which deal with blogging, apparently. Hence the brief and sporadic nature of recent posts, and why over the next couple of days I’ll be trying to catch up with events from over the weekend.

First up: on Saturday, despite recovering from Friday’s session at Intrigue, we managed to venture out to see the legendary DJ Derek. For those of you unfamiliar with Derek, the 60-something, white, ex-accountant is something of an institution in Bristol, being one of the city’s leading reggae DJs and hailed as a huge influence by the likes of Massive Attack. Not that he limits himself to just reggae – Saturday’s brilliant set covered soul, funk, reggae and even some house – all played off minidisc. Not someone that’s worried about the vinyl vs CDs debate, apparently. But then he’s not worried about mixing either; preferring to get on the mike and introduce each track in his distinctive, infamous Brizzle-meets-Jamaica patois, harking back to to the traditional sound system style of DJing.

It was actually my first time seeing Derek in Bristol (I’d seen him at festivals before), and also my first time at The Thunderbolt, despite it being within stumbling distance of my home. Seems like a nice enough place, suitably grimy with friendly staff and a decent enough sound system. Ace crowd too, slightly older than I’m used to in student-infested Bristol, but completely up for the beats Derek was dropping. Plus it was nice to find out where the local crusties, ciderpunks and BoHo MILFs all hang out…

Picture courtesy of Tomahawk, because I forgot my camera…