Thirty years on from the second summer of love, a cohort of fiftysomething DJs are refusing to hang up their headphones, fuelled by nothing stronger than caffeine
In 1988, Luke Cowdrey was undergoing his acid-house epiphany in Manchester. “For me, it changed the world,” says the Sheffield-born DJ, better known as Luke Unabomber. “It wasn’t just music, drugs and hedonism. It was the people you met and the sense that life was, suddenly, so much better.” He smiles: “My brother always says the men in my family didn’t start hugging until acid house.”
In Manchester you are never far from such a testimony. The city is full of grizzly rave veterans banging on about the Haçienda. The difference with Cowdrey is that, aged 51, he is still raving, and not on the nostalgia circuit (“Celebrating the past is such a defeat”) but at clubbing’s cutting-edge – along with a generation of middle-aged DJs who have refused, or are unable, to hang up the headphones.
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