There he always seemed to be looming in the distance like a tall laconic version of Jim Morrison, a fixture on the heartbeat of Manchester’s Oxford Road. Scott Alexander was full of oozing rock n roll cool like in the fantastic David Gleave photo that goes with this piece.
Even his name, Scott Alexander, sounded like it was carved from the high decibel. He was a Manchester music scene legend, Bar owner, label boss and promoter of off the wall gigs like in the then derelict Victoria Baths. He was the singer/guitarist in Indigo Jones releasing numerous albums as well as running the Skinny Dog record label, a key player in the dense thicket of local music.
Manchester has lost some big characters in the last week. First it wan Yan from Night and Day and now we are reeling from the loss of Scott who ran two of the most idiosyncratic bars in town – The Temple and Big Hands. Both bars were perfect musician haunts, nocturnal and with wizened musician faces and full of alcohol stained tall stories in their flickering endless twilight.
They were a reflection of the man himself – a player himself and a charismatic presence with a whiff of rock n roll chaos, a can do/will do personality and, above all, the definition of the word ‘dude’. They say a city is full of a million stories. Scott’s story is one of the best ones – providing a space for a million nighttime adventures and always the perfect host and a fixture on Oxford Rd with his big black dog .