At The Club
The Atlantic and Stax labels, in particular, were revered by DJs and dancers and interestingly it was those ballsy southern-based sounds that the boys would dance to, whereas the girls went for the prettier Motown songs.
Prime examples of mid 60s machismo are Clarence Carter’s Looking For A Fox, Jimmy Hughes’ It Ain’t What You Got and Solomon Burke’s Keep Lookin’. For a 16 year old, middle-class English boy these more than made up for the facts of life my dad was too embarrassed to tell me about.
Even the instrumentals called the adolescents onto the dance-floor for their version of a rite of passage initiation ceremony. If your feet and body could handle Booker T’s Slim Jenkins’ Place and the Goodtimers’ Chain Of Fools you were well on your way to manhood. The call of King Curtis’ tenor sax was powerful enough to overpower even grammar school shyness.