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2 Sept 2007


Rhythm, Blues and Anti Racism, Live at the Mingo

The Flamingo Jazz Club which operated out of a dingy basement in London's Wardor Street Soho in the late 1950s and the first half of the 1960s, has become legendary amongst cultural buffs of that city and was recently featured in the BBC2 documentary Soul Britannia, which looked at the history of Soul music in the United Kingdom. The Club is also a sweet memory of those of us who when teenagers spent our weekend's in its sweaty bowel's. Although if one reads the odd article on the Flamingo Club that appears these days, one may get the impression it was a Mod club,* which whilst half true is far from the actual story. It is true the more adventurous Mod's who inhabited London's West End back then, gradually became regulars at the club and by 1963 the music played within the Flamingo was entirely within the Mod tradition, but this is a chicken or egg conundrum as the claim could equally be made that the Flamingo was a major influence on the music that became inherent within Mod culture rather than the other way around. No, the Flamingo was much more than a club where members of the youth cult known as Mod's hanged out, it was the precursor of the ethnic melting pot London was to become and this was reflected in the sounds played within the club. Indeed ask any old Mingolian why their anti racist roots are so firm; and it is a fact few who were Mingo regulars ended up as racists, they would not reply with the names of the great men and women of the civil rights and anti racist movement, nor from having been racially abused themselves but because for a short period of time their roots lay within that grubby Wardor Street basement lovingly known to us all as, 'the Mingo'.

There were two main Soho clubs in the 1960s that could be exclusively called Mod hangouts, The Scene in Ham Yard and the Discotheque in Lower Wardor Street. In both of these clubs the sounds were American R@B with a touch of Jazz and West Indian Bluebeat. Whilst today's media may go on about how UK bands like the Who, Kinks and the Small Faces provided the soundtrack for the Mod scene, I don't recall ever hearing any of the music of these bands being played within any of the West End Mod hangouts, although Millie Small, Prince Buster, James Brown, Chuck Berry, Jimmy Smith, Bo Didley and Cannonball Adderley were regularly blasted out, bouncing off the ceiling and out into the street. However for many of us Mods, neither of these clubs were a touch on the Mingo, the Scene was elitist, look at me am I not a face, an edgy place with a certain violence lurking beneath the surface, which often erupted outside in HamYard . Whilst the Disc as it was known was more of a rough and ready joint, it had old mattresses along one wall, more welcoming that the Scene; and for me it provided a taster of what was to come, whilst the music was Black, the cliental of both the Scene and Disc were almost exclusively white.

Just up the road from the Disc was the Flamingo Jazz Club, around the door of which grouped throughout the night its then cliental having come up for a breather. Mainly newly arrived West Indian immigrants, plus a sprinkling of black GIs based at the US air bases scattered across the south of England and East Anglia, plus a lesser number of white jazz cats. Us young Mods, who thought back then that we were at the fore of the UK street fashion scene and as hip as hell with our Ben Sherman shirts, mohair suits and blue beat hats, would get a fair bit or ribbing and a little abuse when we walked past the Mingo from the black guys hanging around its stairwell. Most of us Mod's were then in our mid teens, whilst the Mingo regulars then were somewhat older, early to late twenties. We gave as good as we got although occasionally one of the black guys would chance his arm and half heartedly attempt to roll one of us, on the odd occasion when some blocked up kid new to the scene would hand his cash over whilst in a drugged daze, one of the other brothers would more often than not put a stop to it and return his cash, after deducting a shilling or two as a lesson for the youngsters gullibility.

Before I go on what you have to understand is Britain was far from the multi racial society it is today and most Mods lived in parts of London or the Home Counties which had few black faces; the more so in the New Towns and estates of the south east of England, like Welling Garden City, Hemel Hamstead, Basildon, South Ockendon-Belhus etc, which had been built to take up the housing slack brought about by the bombing of London during WW2 and the determination of the post war Labour Government to at least attempt to build homes fit for heros, and replace the wretched slums that surrounded most big cities in the UK. Thus all these Black guys on the street in Wardor St were something completely new and in truth somewhat intimidating for most of us, or would have been if we were not so young, naive and adventurous in search of a good time [stoned-out too]

Given time many of us began to wonder what it was like down in the Mingo basement; and as tales of fantastic live music down below began to seep along the street, not least that a young organist and his band named Georgie Fame and the Blue Flames were bringing the house down at weekends, the more adventurous of us decided to give it a go. Dube's [purple hearts]downed we ventured forth, through the crowd hanging at the entrance we went with trepidation, down the stairs to the door where John Gunnell, one of the two brothers who ran the Mingo took your cash, half a quid, normally paid with a ten bob note and then you were in. On entering you were hit by a wall of cheap perfume and roll on deodorant, smoke, sweat and dancing bodies, all accompanied by a throbbing R@B soundtrack. As you pushed your way to the front there were three rows of old cinema seats in front of which there was a small stage for the band to perform on, with Hammond Organ, drums and amplifiers set up. To the left on a raised platform, there was a coffee bar type area from where you could oversee the stage and the rest of the club, a foot or so below and from which you could view the band and check out the girls dancing before you [attempted to] make a move.

John Gunnell always introduced the bands, he is heard doing so on the live album Georgie Fame, Rhythm and Blues Live at the Flamingo, which captures the moment perfectly. Whilst Mr Fame was undoubtedly the star within the stable of Mingo artists,** [most of whom the Gunnell Brothers also managed] we all had our own particular favorites, and I like most Mingolians would diligently get the Melody Maker every Thursday to see who was doing the Saturday Allnighter -12 midnight to 6-am, and in case we had any energy left, the Sunday afternoon 3 to 6 pm slot. My heart used to sink if it was John Mayall, not because he had a crap band, far from it, but he was so self indulgent, a Blues purists who saw himself as a middle class intellectual in the jazz club habitue mold, back then he failed to understand to us mods, black music was not an intellectual thing, but was there to lift our spirits and move us emotionally, to take us beyond our lives as factory fodder or to lighten our days at school, where we were be educated to become the cart horses of capital and with a big stick at that.. So if Mayall was playing the Sunday slot it was a nono, as most of us would be done in from the all-nighter and suffering a vicious come down, so John singing about struggling up another bloody hill was going to do us no good at all.

With the influx of us young Mod's and our coming together with the black brothers, the Mingo had moved beyond a jazz club atmosphere and John was the wrong band for the club the Mingo had become.. The whirling thump of the Hammond organ and horns is what we wanted, with a singer who punched a whole in our souls, we wanted to be lifted not driven down into our boots. Having said this Chris Farlowe who was one of my favorites got by without a horn section, but he did have Albert Lee on guitar and Dave Greenslande on organ and for some reason, when ever other singers came down to the club it was with Chris and the Thunderbird they more often than not sat in. Remember things were different back then, whilst of course there were many late night drinking clubs in the West end, an allnighter that had live music was very rare. Only Ronnie Scott's [old club] in Gerard Street, which was directly opposite the Mingo springs to mind. There was Ken Colyer's Studio 51 which used to have an all-nighter now and again, but it was full of middle class trad-jazzers and was an acquired taste to say the least and for me the atmosphere was a kin to an average students bar of the age, although in truth back then I had never been in a collage let alone a students bar. Thus many musicians who had been gigging around London and the home counties would turn up in their early hours to sit in and blow their horns, Eric Burdon and saxophonist Dick Hecksal Smith were the two I remember most, at his best, long before he became a born again American, Burdon was a wonderful singer. I saw him and Farlowe on more than one occasion bring the house down, not least when dueting with Stormy Monday Blues, just magnificent. Rod the Mod's mentor Long John Baldry also sat in from time to time, often he was simply on the pull. As to did Jimi Hendrix, just the once mind, fresh off the plane from the US. I also remember Chris Barber the Trad jazz guy often turning up in the small hours to blow his trombone which surprisingly turned out to be a treat.

The first band I saw was Ronnie Jones and the Knight-Timers, Ronnie was one of those GI's I mentioned above accept he stepped out of the audience onto the bandstand to sing with a sweet soulful voice, Ronnie due to commitments went his own way to be replaced in the Knightimers by Herbie Goings, another American GI or so we all presumed, an R@B belter in the mould of Wilson Picket and I tell you Herb could really shake the Mingo down. Whilst he was to be followed somewhat later by yet another American 'ex serviceman,' Geno Washington who teamed up with an outfit called the Ram Jam Band, a real showman but voice wise he never came up to Herbie who had a great voice and a songbook of black music that covered the previous two decades and more, thus he often had the club in the palm of his hand.

Then their was the guy who I thought had the best name ever for a band, Zoot Money and his Big Roll Band and boy did he let the good times roll. Zoot was a bundle of energy with a smile like a cheshire cat, who owed a lot to the show band style of Fats Domino, with a touch of the rock and roll exuberance of Little Richard thrown in and he went down a storm with most Mods, especially in the suburban halls which ringed London and which most of us frequented during the week. But some how the black guys never took to him in the same way as they did Mr Fame, who for some reason they saw as one of their own as too did we Mod affectionardios who frequented the Mingo. Maybe it had something to do with having black guys like Speedy on the Congas or Eddie Thornton on the Trumpet; or that Georgies voice was just right for Bluebeat which took the guys back home. In truth I doubt the Mingo would have become the club it was if Georgie had not graced its stage, he like all great musician had pure style. Whilst on that small stage, Georgie, the Blue Flames and the crowd became as one. If you have only seen Georgie on TV shows like Top of The Pops, it is easy to understand why you might not feel he is anything special, but catch him in a small room, with the right band and the man is pure class; and still is at times to this day. But there is another reason why people like me owe him a debt, he was a working class lad from Wigan, coming from much the same background as most of us mods. Thus his love for blues, pop, soul, jazz, indeed most musical forms, encouraged those of us who admired his music to follow in his foot steps with our very own Sound Venture and in the process many of us acquired wide musical taste.

It was this unity that I aforementioned which instilled in all who went down the Mingo a rejection of the infantile and nonsensical nature of racism, for we had been part of a celebration as a black and white crowd which rejoiced in black music played by white and black musicians, and we were never going to become pawns in any racist politicians hands for we had been as one. What we learnt down in that dark basement room was not to fear difference but to embrace and rejoice in them, test them and if its fine, go with the flow. We learnt to look outside our own sphere of influences, whether in music or life in general; and not to always simply go with the majority.

Of course it is impossible to write about the Mingo without mentioning what fueled it, for back then as today no all-nighter could survive without its punters being on just a little more than thresh air and the odd can of larger, no matter how good the sounds. Amphetamines, Dubes, purple hearts, blues whatever one wished to call the speed of the day was the power source, at least for us Mod's, that and the music. In the early days they came from being 'liberated' by people who worked for French Kline and Smith the major pharmaceutical manufacturer, having been passed down the line until small time pushers did the deal on the street. Different pushers had their shop fronts south off Shaftsbury Avenue, much as I presume they have about the West-end today, one in the doorway of Revels shoe shop in Wardor St, another on the corner at the T junction where Gerald St met Wardor St, etc etc. The Dubes were as easy to get up West back then as Coke is today, it was only when demand outreached supply that bent doctors, breaking into chemist ships and counterfeiting french blues came into play and by then the Mingo had died a death as many of its best musician's and punters went in search of flower power or a more steady source of income.

* 1960's fashion trend, popular amongst working class youngsters.

**although after his first hit record I don't think he played the mingo anymore, certainly not after late 1964-65, no matter as the rest of the bands who gigged there where equally good.

click here for original source


Alan said...

found this interesting little gem of a site whilst browsing some Georgie Fame stuff today. Don't have time to read through it all properly just now but looks well thought out and researched. Nice title jack that cat was clean.

Will be looking in more often, if I can find this site again.

Alan from Hong Kong.

Anonymous said...

I still have two entry tickets for the Flamingo. Six bob I think it was. It was THE place to go in 1966 along with the Maquee just down the road and The Ship opposite. Oh and Tiles in Oxford Street. How about The Soreline Club at Bognor and The Atlanta Club in Woking? Or am I showing my age. Dubes gave way to dope me thinks... LOL

Anonymous said...

Hello............I remember once going to this club one sunday afternoon on a COME DOWN with my older brother Lawrence , I was very young @ the time which must have been 63/4 , normally we went either back to our parents home or down to the coast but on this occasion we stayed in town till the afternoon , anyway my main haunt was the disco down the street where we would come out every so often to get some air and take a walk pass the Flam/Mingo & there were often celebs outside Brian Jones , Rod , Georgie and many others.............

Anonymous said...

Hi, I was a regular at the Mingo around that time and this is about the best and honest description of the scene at that time. I wonder does the writer remember Coffee Annes, a lane on the other side of the Square where you pulled up a trap door like a pub used to have for delivering the beer, to find a cool club with great modern jazz and R&B.
I have recently been in touch with John Mansfield who was the co owner of the Ricky Tick clubs at Clewer Mead Windsor and Guildford.
I was an East End boy who's dad moved his job to Slough and we moved to a place in Surrey called Mytchett, I would go up to London on the train or to nearby Guildford to the Tick, where I saw many great bands including Ike and Tina Turner and John Lee Hooker. In the meantime in around 1964 a small club owned by the legendary Laurie O"leary, he of the Cray Twins Fame, opened a club in Farnborough Hants called the BIG C.
This turned out to be the club of the period, it ran from 1964 to 1968, I saw the legendary Otis Redding there as well as many Motown and Stax faves, they would play all the mega city venues and then our little club.
One of the DJ's at the time has recently started reunion nights at the original venue ( which is now a snooker club ) and they had Geno there just recently. I live in Melbourne Austrlia now and read your article with great gusto, only wish I could get to some of the great soul reunions going on there at the moment.
Loved your article.
Gary Challis

miss 60 said...

HI! I WAS A REGULAR AT THE MINGO. DOES ANY ONE REMEMBER THE CONTACT CAFE OPPOSITE ? 12 BLUES FOR A POUND.THE SMELL OF REEFERS AS YOU WALKED IN. THE TOILETS WERE FULL OF PROSTITUTES AND AT ONLY 14 IT WAS'NT WHAT I EXPECTED.THE Gi.s were cool&did'nt trouble us.You could dance along side the Isley brothers Joe Tex &Dione Warwick etc as there was,nt any VIP area back in the day.Georgie Fame was cool.Singing Mose Allison song's like Parchment Farm.We all went to Ready Steady go on fridays.There was always the Wiskey a gogo upstairs.Now sadly O'Neils.From Cleo.

barrie taylor said...

Hi all, I was a regilar at all the mentioned clubs and those too in Hastings, Brighton and Margate..including the Witchdoctor.

I still dress as a MOD, still have a GS which I ride and still go to as many scooter and mod nights as i can possible find

I am now a three times published author who is puttiong a book together to reflect the TRUE sixties.. there has been so much diluted rubbish and incorrect information printed to date in some of the books available, I want to put it right before I die.

If you have enecdotal information..fond memories...photographs (especially photographs) of the sixties clothes..mates..scooters..clubs..ANYTHING. then please send them to me by mail (all pictures returned) or e mail (scan at 600 dpi please)

If you want to read about your self or see your pictures in what is to be a world wide publication then please add a note with photographs that you allow me to use them.

Thanks All. barrie said...

Hiya , Just read all what you wrote about the Disco and other clubs like the Candy lounge and the Mingo , I was in these and other clubs up west from 1963 to 1967 [ my age was 13/17 yes 13 I became a father at 15 !!!! ]I loved the blues and the music but the drugs well led to other harder stuff for many years.............but now I am clean [22 years] I am often in the west end due to work but its not the same and can never be......



Del Jones said...

I have very good memories of The Mingo. Does anyone remmber the Colonel who was outside.

Jack That Cat Was Clean said...

a message from David Stanford about the Colonel : Do you mean the white haired chap on the door?

Pete Gage said...

after the all-nighters, about 6 a.m., i used to go to a seedy little cellar bar club a few yards up gerrard street on the left as you look out from the flamingo entrance. always packed out with wide-eyed mods. what was it called, i can't remember.

Unknown said...

I don't know if anyone remebers the 'Roaring 20's it was mainly for the then young black immigrant contingent 'fraid I can't quite remember which street it was on could have been Wardour I remember scoring some dexidrine and dope there around '66/67 and dancing with some nice black females only to be kicked out by an 8 foot black bouncer for dancing to well to the reggae bit much I thought at the time as both me and my mate were white anyway the chicks loved us!! Great times!