Been searching on the net for something to post up about Rodigan, so that if you don't know who he is then it'll enlighten you to one of my DJ heroes.... I could start with the start of this article:
Rodigan’s street cred as a selector is impeccable: every Wednesday night he pulls a crowd of hardcore, homesick yardies at Subterania, a reggae club in Ladbroke Grove. They are not allowed to smoke weed when he’s onstage. If he smells it, he stops the show - and no bottles are pelted.
But all you need to know is that he's one of the most influential and highly-respected reggae DJs in the world. He's also white, in his 50s, middle-class and comes from Oxford. For over 30 years he's been presenting reggae shows in the UK, with an appreciative audience of Jamaicans living in the UK. He's been collecting reggae vinyl for over 40 years. He's had (and still has) dubplates recorded for him from some of the biggest reggae artists in the world, interpolating his name into the biggest riddims of the day.
Check out the amazing article on him by Nazma Muller here.
Here's an extract detailing Rodigan's first public appearance in the UK after he started presenting Roots Rockers on London's Capital Radio.
A big show was being held at the Apollo Club in Willesden, one of the oldest black clubs in London. The show had been billed to the max, and he walked onstage to face a room packed to the rafters. From cheers, screams and hollers, recalls Rodigan, “a deathly silence descended upon the masses.” Mouths dropped. No! A white man! The crowd stared in disbelief: this could not be David Rodigan, the voice they listened to every week, a regular as church. The MC whispered to him, “If you don’t say something, this place is going to explode!”
As Rodigan started to speak, he could see people closing their eves, trying to match this white man’s voice with what they knew from the radio. They opened their eyes, still disbelieving until he played his signature tune, “Mash Down Rome” by Michael Prophet, and that was it. Bedlam broke out. The place went wild, and Rodigan knew he had them. The music was in control and it didn’t matter the colour of the person playing it.
Masive props to Nazma Muller for that account. Again, you should check that article out here.