Chart-topping Scots DJ dies suddenly as devastated music stars pay tributes
TRIBUTES were paid to Nightcrawlers dance DJ John Reid who has died at the age of 61.
Glasgow born producer DJ and vocalist Reid had a successful career as a songwriter having co-written Tina Turner's 1999 hit-single When the Heartache Is Over, songs for Rod Stewart and a UK chart-topping single for Westlife ('Unbreakable').
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Nighcrawlers Dance DJ John Reid has died aged 61
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The former Crookston Castle pupil also co-wrote Kelly Clarkson and Leona Lewis' hit 'A Moment Like This'.
John who also worked with Simon Cowell and Ian Levine on Whenever You Need Someone' (Bad Boys Inc), and tracks for Eternal, Gemini, Claire Richards for 'My Heart Is Heading Home (This Christmas).
His huge 90s hit with Nightcrawlers Push The Feeling On was later remixed by underground artists JCA and Rosabot and re-entered the U.S. Dance Chart, this time peaking at number 1.
It has since received other successful remixes featuring people like Big Narstie and has become club classic, making his name synonymous with 90s dance music.
TTF vocalist Mary Kiani who now lives in Australia and was engaged to John for nine years, told her followers of his passing: 'Just heard this morning that my first love John Reid died suddenly.
'We met in Glasgow but fell in love in London.
'He was recording is album with Roy Hay (Culture Club) for his new band 'This way up' My self and Danusia DanooshaZaremba were on tour and every night we met at at the Columbian hotel.
'We bought our first flat in Dennistoun age 21 & 22. We were both doing great with our music. The birth of The Nightcrawlers happened (Push the feeling on) . We toured, we recorded, we did our vocal sessions together. We parted 9 years later. Last year I got in touch with him. I said I'd love to say hello again before one of us dies. I saw him just last year in Glasgow.
'RIP John
'Love Bubbs xoXO.'
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And Susan Boyle's vocal coach and Red Hot Chilli Pipers singer Chris Judge, who also used to be in boybands, added: ' RIP John Reid, an incredible Scottish singer with so much soul most famous for his vocals in the Nightcrawlers hit push the feeling on .. it's been sampled so many times Pitbull, the Friday song by Riton Mufasa & Hypeman etc he was also an extremely talented topline writer, who wrote 'A moment like this' hit after hit for Tina Turner, Rod Stewart, Leona Lewis, Westlife sending love to my besty Mary Kiani you guys were the OG Session singers of the 90s l've loved hearing your story's Sjo Big hugs xxx''
He added: ' I remember him from doing road shows all over the country .. back when I was in the boy band days he was always such a nice guy very encouraging and supportive to all the new bands .. he had so much success as a writer but it was his voice I loved he was an incredible singer and well respected like Mary in the session scene doing all the backing vocals working for people like Ian Levine.
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