I’ve always been attracted to British culture and express that in the way I dress, the shows I watch and the music I enjoy. My very first album was utterly English: Absolutely by Madness. As I became a serious vinyl collector, UK music culture - whether it was ska, punk, indie, rock, house, grime or hiphop - always defined my taste.
I grew up speaking English at home and Dutch with my school mates. I’m totally bilingual. I remember me & my family getting weird looks, while we laughed hysterically about A Fish Called Wanda in the cinema, as the Dutch visitors missed the majority of pretty obvious cracks. Growing up, I always felt like I was having the best of both worlds. We were the lucky kids that got to enjoy chocoladeletters celebrating Sinterklaas ánd presents in our stockings at Chrimbo.
My first serious nights out as a 17-year old were in the famous Amsterdam nightclub Roxy, where I experienced the house revolution first hand. Dutch tolerance, the acceptance of one other no matter what colour, sexual preference or religion was probably at a high in those days. I was proud to a part of that liberated culture, and I still feel it shaped me into who I am now.
Dutch gezelligheid is always impossible to explain to compatriots, in the same way the energy of British pub life is to a ‘cloggy’. Now, as I write this piece, I look forward to typical Dutch boerenkool with a (vegetarian) worst, OXO gravy and Coleman’s mustard, as soon as winter breaks. Together with my Dutch wife and the kids. The best of both worlds.
Jaron Reddy