Patrinell Staten
Little Love Affair / I Let A Good Man Go
Sepia : S-8201
Detail
- Artist: Patrinell Staten
- A Side: Little Love Affair
- B Side: I Let A Good Man Go
- Label: Sepia
- Format: 45s
Condition
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Patrinell Staten - Little Love Affair / I Let A Good Man Go - Sepia S-8201
One of the greatest Northern Soul discoveries of the last 30 years.
...made by Keb Darge whilst peering over the shoulder of a very tired John Manship after our third 12 hour shift of opening 100 count boxes inside one of Rip Lay's smaller warehouses in Concord, California. I was just nearing a "Zombified" like coma, of a relentless repetitive flicking through 45s.
My cuticles torn and bleeding, my shoulder muscles cramping up and my neck locking into a permanent hanging downward position, my lower back now suffering a permanent nagging ache...
"I've Had Enough - I said lets go and come back tomorrow"
"Manship you pussy!" "We Keep Going" was Keb's fearsome team-talk delivered in 1746 war-cry straight from the battlefield of Culloden. Driven by mixture of fear and hope, I ploughed on for another 30 minutes thinking only of a cold beer and a comfy bed.
"Manship you're not concentrating" soon followed by a playful "Keb" slap aside of my now comatose head, you just flicked past the "SEPIA" label "You Fool" - "It's not the Detroit Sepia" -- was my feeble defense". But we put it in the pile to take back to the Motel.
When back to our room, Keb put his headphones on, stretched out on his bed, and I went for a shower. When I came out, his snarly Culloden voice was in full flow... growling "That's Shite!" "Fcuking Country & Western" why do these vomit-inducing indie C&W labels look so damn promising?" an occasional "That's alright..."
then his mood changed, from wearisome despondency of our days toil, to pre-orgasm sexual whoops, followed by yes!, yes!, yes! yes!
"Manship.." "You Fool" get these headphones on! If it wasn't for "ME" this record would still be buried in that mountain of vinyl back there! I was not looking forward to tackling that "the 100 count precipice of boxes" but Keb's uncontrollable excitement was palpable... like scoring a last minute goal in a cup final. Patrinela's beseeching vocal changed our whole day, we were both jubilant, fist bump's, high fives and hugs - I think we even both played an air-guitar in recognition of those infectious plectrum pulses..
But it was her searing abnormally soulful voice that really bowled me over - as we repeatedly played our "previously unknown masterpiece". Just two more days graft and we could head home with our haul of 5,000 + 45s...and unveil our new "find"
"MY FIND MANSHIP" "MY FIND" "MY FIND!" ... and don't you forget it ... how could I? How can I? you remind me of it every time we meet! ..
The next day brought the funniest crate-digging moment of my life when Rip Lay unannounced walked into the warehouse whilst "Keb" was in front of me, down on his knees vigorously administering an previously new to me Japanese shoulder cramp cure by drilling knuckles into the back of knees and as I took unbroken sharp intakes breath, with a few yelps of pain... keb's head bobbing up and down shouting words of encouragement .. like "Is That Better?" Is it working ... ?
An embarrassed Rip Lay said "oops... So Sorry..." as he stealthily backpedalled, turned around and exited the building from the door he had just walked though....
One of the greatest Northern Soul discoveries of the last 30 years.
...made by Keb Darge whilst peering over the shoulder of a very tired John Manship after our third 12 hour shift of opening 100 count boxes inside one of Rip Lay's smaller warehouses in Concord, California. I was just nearing a "Zombified" like coma, of a relentless repetitive flicking through 45s.
My cuticles torn and bleeding, my shoulder muscles cramping up and my neck locking into a permanent hanging downward position, my lower back now suffering a permanent nagging ache...
"I've Had Enough - I said lets go and come back tomorrow"
"Manship you pussy!" "We Keep Going" was Keb's fearsome team-talk delivered in 1746 war-cry straight from the battlefield of Culloden. Driven by mixture of fear and hope, I ploughed on for another 30 minutes thinking only of a cold beer and a comfy bed.
"Manship you're not concentrating" soon followed by a playful "Keb" slap aside of my now comatose head, you just flicked past the "SEPIA" label "You Fool" - "It's not the Detroit Sepia" -- was my feeble defense". But we put it in the pile to take back to the Motel.
When back to our room, Keb put his headphones on, stretched out on his bed, and I went for a shower. When I came out, his snarly Culloden voice was in full flow... growling "That's Shite!" "Fcuking Country & Western" why do these vomit-inducing indie C&W labels look so damn promising?" an occasional "That's alright..."
then his mood changed, from wearisome despondency of our days toil, to pre-orgasm sexual whoops, followed by yes!, yes!, yes! yes!
"Manship.." "You Fool" get these headphones on! If it wasn't for "ME" this record would still be buried in that mountain of vinyl back there! I was not looking forward to tackling that "the 100 count precipice of boxes" but Keb's uncontrollable excitement was palpable... like scoring a last minute goal in a cup final. Patrinela's beseeching vocal changed our whole day, we were both jubilant, fist bump's, high fives and hugs - I think we even both played an air-guitar in recognition of those infectious plectrum pulses..
But it was her searing abnormally soulful voice that really bowled me over - as we repeatedly played our "previously unknown masterpiece". Just two more days graft and we could head home with our haul of 5,000 + 45s...and unveil our new "find"
"MY FIND MANSHIP" "MY FIND" "MY FIND!" ... and don't you forget it ... how could I? How can I? you remind me of it every time we meet! ..
The next day brought the funniest crate-digging moment of my life when Rip Lay unannounced walked into the warehouse whilst "Keb" was in front of me, down on his knees vigorously administering an previously new to me Japanese shoulder cramp cure by drilling knuckles into the back of knees and as I took unbroken sharp intakes breath, with a few yelps of pain... keb's head bobbing up and down shouting words of encouragement .. like "Is That Better?" Is it working ... ?
An embarrassed Rip Lay said "oops... So Sorry..." as he stealthily backpedalled, turned around and exited the building from the door he had just walked though....
Condition Report
very faint ballpoint signature on a-side label, otherwise two clean labels, strong gloss on vinyl, revealing only minuscule soft surface blemishes, listen both sides play crisp and clean. Finest copy we've had since Rip Lay's - Keb Darge find..A Side
- Title: Little Love Affair
- Title: I Let A Good Man Go
B Side
- Year: 1969
- City: Sepia Records, 2407 East Boston, Seattle, Washington 98102