A Heartfelt And Personal Goodbye To Fabric

Posted by Snapclicker on 7th September 2016

I’m pretty sure that like most people who experienced a night out at Fabric, i’m in a true state of mourning right now.

Looking back now, I realise I have over 10 years worth of memories of a nightclub which played a pivotal role in so many genres, artists and label’s growth. I remember going for the very first time, meeting friends congregated outside Farringdon tube. You’d make the walk round to Charterhouse Street with intense excitement. Depending on the night, by 11 there would often be a queue snaking round the bend onto St Johns/Cowcross St and the buzz was palpable.

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Once through security, who were always friendly and attentive irrespective of the events which have lead to today, you’d amble up the stairs and deal with tickets and coats. Then the anticipation would hit fever pitch. Your feet would hit those wide stairs, tunnelling you into the depths of the bare brick walls so deep you could feel the tube trains pulling into Farringdon yard to sleep as your night was just beginning.

I was lucky enough to watch friends beginning their careers and getting their first fabric bookings. It was always a massive thing, whether they were playing to an empty Room 3 at 10pm or warming up in Room 1. The one thing which was ever present was the vibe that club had. For some reason, i can’t get past the images of the bare bricks, the raw metal and the weight of the doors at the bottom of those massive stairs which seemed to never end.

You’d meet people from all over the globe in that club, heads who’d made a pilgrimage just to take a dose of the energy found inside the building. As a punter i’d bounce between rooms 1 and 2 like a kid on a trampoline at a 7th birthday party. I’ll never forget watching DJ Premier slay a Stussy birthday party in 2005, a young Wilkinson on stage like a man possessed on 4 CDJ’s with arms flying everywhere, Cyantific ending a bitterly cold January night with ‘Empty Streets’ as the lights came on and the crowd begged for more. Calibre playing in Room 3 as it was literally 1 in, 1 out on the stairs because of the vibes. DJ Craze cutting up Jimi Hendrix over a Hype instrumental. Goldie locked in the DJ cage in Room 1 like some Arkham Asylum prisoner going mental while ‘True Romance’ rumbled through the room. Being stuck in the booth in Room 2 while EZ played and him dancing so frantically i couldn’t even get past him to grab my pals! The list goes on, i’m pretty sure someone made out with one of the Game Of Thrones chicks at some point too…. Backstage was a bizarre wonderland of friends too, even though me and Xtrah would always joke you’d categorically come home with a chest infection from that tiny cave riddled with beer and water and being too lazy to move from the sofas. But it was always pure jokes, and these are just my memories, god knows how many incredible things you lot out there have which are far more interesting! The aches, pains, headaches and shame – Come monday morning whether at work, college or sat in front of the TV doing nothing you’d inevitably have a smile on your face.

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The staff were always incredible, one of whom managed to carry my then girlfriend all the way to the medical cabin as she’d passed out on out him from an exhausting week of work and trying to do the whole night sober! That was the vibe though, they had their business locked down to perfection, or at least perfection in the eyes of clubbers. Everyone was looked after, every style catered for. Clearly the authorities have had a very different impression.

Where there is dance music, there will always be drugs. Whether you take part in that side of the culture or not, it’s irrelevant now. For a council or authoritative force in 2016 not be able to differentiate between the two i will never understand. Fabric stood as a pillar professionalism, and always will do. They set the benchmark and if that is still too low, like many of us now fear, our city is being taken away from us.

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As a music fan and London native, while one of our most loved and prized possessions has been stripped from our landscape, they will never be able to take away the memories. No amount of laws could manage that. Yeah, fair enough, some of us older folk moaned about this and that but christ, today is no more of a lesson than ‘you don’t know what you’ve got til its gone’. Don’t take anything for granted, grasp every minute and be proud to be a part of something.

On a personal level, i’d like to thank the founders of Fabric, all its staff past and present and all the people who paid money, blagged guestlist or played music there for being a part of what i will now miss like a departed family member.

Thanks for the goods times. And as my step dad just text me, out of the ashes will rise something……

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