14. Ibiza 1989
The island of dreams
Nationwide (apparently except Scotland, see tile 15), 1989 was known as the Summer of Love & the Easter before, we hit Ibiza.
The influence of English Clubs was already there, but the scene was only like a year or two old & Nightclub tourism like you’ll see today on ‘Ibiza Uncovered’ or ‘Radio 1 Big Weekends,’ hadn’t kicked off yet by any stretch. The Island was nothing like that at all…
The scene there was beautiful in it’s innocence & unlike now, largely unregulated & many of the Clubs were open air & absolutely fantastic.
Musically it was anything goes, which became known as the ‘Balearic style’, describing what seemed to us, was the art of the old reggae selectors, based around House & then broadened out to encompass all styles.
Mixing records mattered, but selection was King out here.
It was just like our groove, but in the sunshine & a little bit more Housey & we absolutely flippin’ adored it!!
Being there at the start of that scene & to see the way it has now somehow evolved into such a generic tourism monster, opened our eyes. That shift, has taught us a lot about what you stand to lose if you just chase the dollar & sell out to mainstream influence.
Dilute your ideas & you risk losing your dream…
A bit moan on…
Don’t get us wrong, obviously Ibiza overall is still really fab & bit’s of it are still truly sublime.
But there was something even more magical it had back then, that now in 2017, with much of it being so overdeveloped, overpriced & gentrified, that it’s lost & can’t ever get back.
We were out there again last Summer for a week hiding away in the North & honestly we were sad to see that in certain more well known places, it has become so over commercialised, they’re like a cross between a bank holiday in Whitley Bay & the hoppings.
Clubs are us
Anyway, enough of 2016’s Ibiza antics…
Let’s stay back in the day & it was already the case, but that magical period in Ibiza in ’89, made us actually realise once & for all, that for us now – It was definitely gonna be Clubs or nothing…