Last night Emmanuelle and me popped out and found our way to CB2 on Norfolk Street. I work in Cambridge so I parked the car where I do on a normal day; a walk of around 15 minutes between us and the bar. Mill Rd was bustling, with its many restaurants seemingly doing brisk business. Once we got towards Norfolk Street though, I was struck by how relatively quiet the area was. Not to worry. We reached the bar, got drinks and went upstairs. The room was small, cozy but, at the time we arrived, empty except for a small group on a table ahead of us, and the gentlemen controlling the proceedings. No matter. The music was great, the visuals suitably impressive and the ambience relaxing.
I chatted to Laurence Fisher, the brains behind “Motherchip Connexion” an electro night in Cambridge which puts on occasional soirees, mainly at The Man in the Moon, and he spoke as only an enthusiast can regarding the current state of play concerning his taste in music and trying to put it across to the good people of Cambridge. Under no illusions as to the size of the task regarding staging an electro night in the city, he was very friendly and good humoured, but also realistic. I’ve never attended one of the Motherchip nights, and was told that they do ok, but only really fill up for the last hour or so. When this happens they go off, but venue restrictions cut them off in their prime.
Back to last night; Laurence was joined by Eddie Symons, aka Nullptr aka Bovaflux, and while we were there the music was being played on some sort of Traktor device. We were content to sit, sip and enjoy the infallibly good sonic treats which flooded through the speakers. The place did start getting busier and happy to say, but there was a very obvious absence of more X chromosomes. Two girls did come to the top of the stairs at one point, but then disappeared. Anyway, we only stayed for an hour and a half, and it might have got busier later on. The conversation on the next table was getting very deep at one point, with one lad earnestly asking the others if they’d red Kodwo Eshun’s ‘More Brilliant Than The Sun’, possibly as a result of me trying to explain to Emmanualle the afrofuturist references within the Drexciyan legacy.
Nifty little handout from last night.
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