Nottingham Venues 26 to 29

Situated bang in the centre of town is Nottingham Bodega (previously known as the Bodega Social) opposite the Pit and Pendulum pub on Pelham Street. The venue opened in 1999 and comprises of a small welcoming venue upstairs with a capacity of 200 and a bar area downstairs. In their embryonic days they welcomed very early performances by the likes of White Stripes and the Strokes, and the venue is still going strong over 20 years later.

My first visit there was in 2006 to see Quasi, an indie rock band from Portland, Oregon comprising of an ex-spouse couple. Their sound was all too angular and obtuse and didn’t move me at all in anyway. They were supported by a band called Home Science. In 2009 I saw a couple of local bands runWALK! and Shapes there.

In April 2010 the plan was to complete a double header of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club dates as the gig four days before at Manchester Ritz was to be followed by a further date at Nottingham Rock City. However, via a phone call en route I was informed that the second date had been cancelled at short notice which was rather deflating at the time.

Thus, an alternate gig needed to be sourced and the Paddingtons fitted the bill. They were a rock band from Hull and produced a fine set and were supported by the Jet Boys.

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The Bodega venue. Image Credit Pollstar.

My next gig there a year later was to see the local shoe gaze legends Spotlight Kid who I had first seen a couple of years earlier and they produced another stellar and blissfully noisy performance. Shortly after that they headed over to my patch to play the Mad Ferret in Preston, but I was unfortunately unavailable for that gig. My final gig there was to see a decent New York punk band called the Skaters.

As previously alluded the Nottingham Bodega Ground Floor was primarily the main bar however, they periodically had acoustic gigs there under the Hockley Hustle banner. On the 2007 shindig I saw Chris Macdonald and a Band Called Sarah and on the 2009 edition I witnessed Ali Powers, Sian Alexandria and the quaintly named Ben Playford and the Spooky Boots.

In April 2012 in a decent pub called the Tap and Tumbler on Wollaton Street we saw Mansfield’s finest rock covers band called Three-Legged Cat.

The Arboretum is a large welcoming green area above Forest Fields alongside the tram line into town. There used to be a pub called the Arboretum on the fringes which we frequented on sunny days at the end of last century.

It was known as the ‘pub in the park’ and was highly popular with students from the nearby Trent Polytechnic (now Nottingham Trent University). It suffered two significant fires, one in 1965 and the second in 2006 was the death knell to the pub leading to its demolition. The Arboretum area has been on the national news this week for all the wrong reasons with large gatherings and litter louts gathering there, but this is patently a national problem and not just isolated to Nottingham.

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Nottingham Arboretum on a summers day. Image Credit blogspot.com

On a balmy Sunday in June 2012 prior to heading back home my brother, Uncle George and I headed up to attend a food and drink festival in the park area. Whilst munching on a tasty snack we witnessed a local Turkmenistan influenced hip hop trio called Balkan Express tinkling away on a small stage in the corner.   

Pandemic Paean of Praise to a Plethora of Music Palaces

Recently there was the initially sad news revealed that the Deaf Institute and Gorilla venues in Manchester will not reopen post-pandemic. I have attended both venues many times and will cover their reviews in future blogs. This news coincided with further reports of the closure of the Welly and Polar Bear venues in Hull.

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Hull Welly. Image Credit Pinterest

Even though the decision of the Manchester sites was subsequently miraculously reversed four days later via the partial intervention of a Pandemic hero Tim Burgess it only serves to illustrate the real and present threat to the future of all venues.

The are some rays of light in that there has been tireless work undertaken by the save our venues campaign resulting in significant crowdfunding to save 140 venues from ‘imminent danger’. Also, the Government has stumped up some funding for the Arts including music venues which will only help if the money is distributed speedily and equitably.

These events give me cause to muse on the fact that many of the conurbations in Britain will contain at least one small essential music venue. To name but a few, the Mad Ferret in Preston, the Leadmill in Sheffield and the Trades Club in Hebden Bridge.

The venues are the absolute creative lifeblood of the industry and of the local community, impacting on nearby retail outlets and the continued employment of associated roles, including bar and security staff, roadies, agents and publicists to name a few more. It even provides an opportunity for those pesky touts!

They also provide a priceless opportunity for the hungry local talent to initially learn and hone their craft. Everyone must start somewhere, like a nurse takes blood for the first time, so must a band enter and exit stage left.     

All bands who have gone on to bigger things will have tales to tell. Using Oasis as an example, their roster of very early gigs contains stellar venues such as Club 57 and the Hippodrome in Oldham and the legendary Krazyhouse in Liverpool, which I have visited once in its nightclub capacity.

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Liverpool Krazyhouse. Image Credit The Tab

As the pandemic has progressed, I do appreciate that alternative approaches have been understandably sought out by musicians to replace the missing gigs as that remains their primary source of income. Personally though, I have struggled to hook into the numerous twitter and streaming events because to me there is nothing to replace a live gig at a venue where you can see the whites of the eyes of the band. I would contend there is only very limited enjoyment to watching a festival from your own living room.  

This incorporates all facets of the experience. The expectation before a much-anticipated band, the gibberish discussions in the pub before and after (maybe that’s just me!), the shared acquaintance with like-minded souls all there for a communal experience, the sweaty mosh pits, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up when you see a great band, even better when it is unexpected. All in all, some of the best nights of my life have been at live gigs.  

Unfortunately, due to their very nature music venues will probably be last to be reintroduced so that makes it even more imperative they are supported right now.  

Another negative by product of the current situation is that I am not adding any new gigs or venues to my roster thus I am continuing to delve through my archives, and I am hoping I do not run out of material in the interim. It is doubly frustrating as I was hoping to pass my 1000th gig this year.  Who could have predicted when I launched my blog last November that a pandemic would strike 4 months later!

Please stay safe kids and we will eventually arrive at the other end of this dark tunnel and will soon be back in those mosh pits.