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Book Synopsis''Beautifully judged account of the Manchester scene . . . There is something of the fairy tale about Dave Haslam''s sage joyful testament to the kind of life that nobody could ever plan, a happy aligning of a cultural moment and a young man who instinctively knew that it was his once upon a time'' Victoria Segal, Sunday Times
''Witty, sometimes dark, revealing, insightful, everything one could hope for from one of those folk without whom independent music simply wouldn''t exist'' Classic Rock
Sonic Youth Slept on My Floor is writer and DJ Dave Haslam''s wonderfully evocative memoir. It is a masterful insider account of the Hacienda, the rise of Madchester and birth of the rave era, and how music has sound-tracked a life and a generation.
In the late 1970s Dave Haslam was a teenage John Peel listener and Joy Division fan, his face pressed against a ''window'', looking in at a world of music, books and ideas. Four decades later,
Trade Review
The Hacienda DJ's beautifully judged account of the Manchester scene . . . There is something of the fairy tale about Dave Haslam's sage memoir of Manchester's cultural life during the 1980s and 1990s . . . Sonic Youth Slept on My Floor . . . is a joyful testament to the kind of life that nobody could ever plan, a happy aligning of a cultural moment and a young man who instinctively knew that it was his once upon a time -- Victoria Segal * Sunday Times *
A natural storyteller . . . insightful and gripping . . . a full and warm-hearted memoir * The Skinny *
Exhilarating . . . For fans of club culture, pop music, youthful exuberance and grown-up wisdom * Q magazine *
Resonant and thoughtful . . . Manchester - and British nightlife in general - is lucky to have Haslam as its archivist * The Quietus *
Vibrant * Irish Independent *
The easy-read essential of the summer * DJ magazine *
Wonderful -- Maria Balshaw * Observer *
Book of the year * Gilles Peterson *
So good . . . an incredible work * Black Madonna *
Terrific stuff . . . looking back, looking forward and looking at the here and now * Ian Rankin *
