GAME CHANGING NORTHERN SOUL?
It has dismayed me over the years that a few NS dealers, even fewer collectors in the past, have tried to rewrite the facts surrounding this Soul masterpiece. When some declare a copy with a etched in STERLING matrix is also an original, when blatantly it's a counterfeit (although it maybe a convincing one)
Before you today is the coveted authentic STERLING STAMPED original PROMO vinyl press. The scratched in STERLING matrix copies are counterfeits, which everybody and his dog by now knows. So why anybody would ever try and convince the NS collecting public otherwise; that there was two legitimate promo presses of this Blackpool Mecca anthem is quite puzzling.. the STERLING STAMPED original promo copy is the ONLY original DJ copy. The others are unfortunately fakes.
Having said that, the power of this monumental 45 had such an impact when John Anderson of Soul Bowl imported it into England circa 1974.
It's exquisite qualities triggered many different but captivating tales on how it was found; a much more exciting adventures on how it was first discovered, actually not by a that dedicated Scottish vinyl-guru. But by a British DJ criusing the streets of The Big Apple. Already incorrect recall, of a now an utterly twisted tale by the time I heard it down in the backwoods of the East Midlands.
The version of the story, I heard went something like this:
This, now fabled tale tells of a DJ hearing it first on his car-radio in New York, (actually Miami) and was so blown away by it, he made it his vacation mission to track the group down, to get a copy, just a solitary copy mind, not a handful. (he actually called the Radio Station)
The story triggered visions of this great song transforming a British Bunter-esque
figure into Warren Beatty as "Dick Tracey" trying to track down a 45 in a concrete jungle, and with so little time to do it in.
As he trawled through telephone directories, made endless investigative calls. Before setting out into the labyrinth of pre-GPS New York on the trail of "The Carstairs" with relentless Private Dick zeal and determination...
A real epic adventure .. whispered through the halls of Northern Soul for decades..embellished every time in it's telling, eventually bearing no resemblance to the truth.. (whatever that may be) but adding to it's already legendary mystique.
On the other-hand John Anderson was undoubtedly for decades, the catalyst for the vast majority Northern Soul discoveries coming into the United Kingdom. I personally think, not as exciting but certainly more accurate, that John can add this classic to his already unsurpassed list of Northern Soul finds. I do love the comic strip styled exploits "first heard on the radio" "Then The Chase Was On". "Hello Gentlemen where are The Carstairs" visions these stories ignite.
In defense of our intrepid hero, he was the first DJ to champion this "outside the NS box" recording, at the legendary Blackpool Mecca and it became an absolute dancefloor monster, to be still heralded today as not only an all-time NS great; but also for many, a "litmus-test" validating who among us, had real-Soul running through their bones..
After all if this record does not take you to a place, where you might be tempted to dream up your own fantasies of discovery .... then Soul could only be a thin lacquer on your being..
It was a trendsetter, a game-changer, a life affirming moment, a transporter of emotion.. a record worthy of differing fables, tales and ever-changing bar-stool recollections.
Just the merest occasional surface hairline, audio plays Mint - (listen) Two unblemished mint PROMO labels.