“Voguing Music”. Soul Jazz, 2011.

Growing out of the drag queen ritual of throwing “shade”, or subtly insulting another queen, voguing can be traced back to the early 1970s.

“It all started at an after hours club called Footsteps on 2nd Avenue and 14th Street,” says David DePino, the alternate DJ at the Paradise Garage and a DJ for the House of Xtravaganza, the first all-Latin drag house. “Paris Dupree was there and a bunch of these black queens were throwing shade at each other. Paris had a Vogue magazine in her bag, and while she was dancing she took it out, opened it up to a page where a model was posing and then stopped in that pose on the beat. Then she turned to the next page and stopped in the new pose, again on the beat.” The provocation was returned in kind. “Another queen came up and did another pose in front of Paris, and then Paris went in front of her and did another pose,” adds DePino. “This was all shade—they were trying to make a prettier pose than each other—and it soon caught on at the balls. At first they called it posing and then, because it started from Vogue magazine, they called it voguing.”

An alternative genealogy has it that the dance style was forged by the black gay inmates of Rickers Island, a New York City jail, who exchanged shade and poses as a way of whiling away the hours. “Maybe they didn’t have a name for it, but that’s what they were doing, or so it’s said,” comments Kevin Ultra Omni, head of the House of Omni and a veteran of the scene. “I know Paris was an early pioneer of voguing. But I believe that vogue existed in some other form through other people as well. I also think that a lot of voguing poses come from African art and Egyptian hieroglyphics.”

Taking their moves into New York’s discotheques and bars, voguers steered clear of the centre of the floor, where the concentration of dancing bodies would be at its most concentrated and the intensity of the party felt at its strongest. Instead they headed to the periphery of the floor, or even a back room area, where they would find more space to execute their moves and, perhaps more importantly, enjoy the kind of space that would enable them to see and be seen. The honing of skills continued on the West Side Piers, where drag queens hung out in houses, or extended non-nuclear families that were organised by mothers and fathers who would take care of their children and help them prepare for drag balls. Held once a month, the balls were extravagant affairs that enabled houses to compete with one another across a range of categories. The emphasis placed on dressing, walking and posing also meant they doubled as a place where drag queens further honed their voguing skills.

One of the earliest discotheques to attract a black gay crowd, Better Days contained a main dance floor where the legendary Tee Scott played a mix of hardened funk and disco, and also a back room, where dancers would head if they fancied a break or a spot of cruising or a chance to dance the hustle. It was there that Omni noticed voguers modelling in front of what might have been an imaginary mirror, styling and posing in time with the music, turning a hat sideways before bringing it back, and pivoting with grace, “all to the beat”. “I met Paris in 1975,” says Omni, “and I remember her in Better Days, posing on the back dance floor and throwing shade.”

Having focused on striking poses as if they were fashion models, voguers began to introduce contorted, jerky, slicing moves into their repertoire after they became familiar with the swift, angular movements of Bruce Lee and his co-stars while working trade inside Times Square’s porn cinemas, or heading there after a night’s work to get some rest. “Hand movements, posture, attitude and presence were most important,” Willi Ninja, the founding mother of the House of Ninja, commented in 1994. “Then people started doing splits, and Hector [Xtravaganza] and I started dislocating our arms and doing what they now call ‘arm clicking’, where you’re dislocating the arms and doing cartwheels and aerials. And then I began combining martial arts movies.”

Ninja, who also took inspiration from the Asian neighbourhood where he grew up, adds: “The dance takes on many forms. It combines a little technical dance, from, say, jazz and ballet, with acrobatics. As for my own form, it has as much to do with watching Indian and martial arts movies and fashion shows and putting bits and pieces together. There’a Latin base, which is the flowing movements, and then there’s the African base, which is the hard, strong, blocking and clicking.”

The outlook of voguers was improbably close to those of the breakers who started to hone their style in the Bronx in the second half of the 1970s. Both sets of dancers developed their skills through a mix of competition, athleticism and an impulse to be noticed rather than to blend into the crowd (the aim of most partygoers of the era). In addition, the voguing technique of throwing shade was matched by the breaker turn to burning, or the miming of miming attacks and insults. But while both sets of dancers were committed to “keeping it real”, their understanding of what that involved contrasted radically, for while hip hop realness was grounded in the idea of urban authenticity, voguers viewed it as an ability to pass as someone they weren’t, or to perform drag effectively. Moreover, the societal status of the sexual preferences that underscored these differences led breakers to dance in public settings, often in broad daylight, while voguers headed to the abandoned piers or the clandestine spaces of gay-driven dance venues and drag balls.

Just as breakers developed their style around a set of recordings that enabled them to express a form of spectacular athleticism, so voguers became inspired by an alternative soundtrack that accentuated their ability to punctuate graceful movements with a series of freeze-shot poses. Like the Latin, rock and funk-oriented tracks that drove early breaking culture, recordings that featured staccato stabs on the “one” actively encouraged voguers to go into a assume a static pose and then adjust that pose according to the introduction of each successive stab, while elegant, swooping strings encouraged them to walk with style. “Lyrics had very little to do with a song being popular with voguers,” says DePino. “It’s all about the beats and the stabs. The stabs are the part of the song that the voguers would land on and pose to.”

Above all other recordings, M.F.S.B.’s “Love Is the Message” captured the sensibility of voguers in the 1970s. Initially played by David Mancuso at the Loft and Nicky Siano at the Gallery, the record became the unofficial anthem of New York’s downtown private party scene, where the record’s tight rhythm section and sophisticated orchestration elevated it above the more pop-oriented strains of “T.S.O.P. (The Sound of Philadelphia)” (which also appeared on the M.F.S.B.’s debut album and went on to become a major chart success). Combining fanfare drama, jazz sophistication and a silky-spacey rhythm section, “Love Is the Message” provided the ideal backing track for the grandiose, stylish, celebratory balls, and the song came to be played as the anthem that opened every event in conjunction with a drag parade. “Disco classics like ‘Going Up In Smoke’ and ‘Bad Luck’ are funky but the mood they evoke is melancholic,” says DJ Danny Wang, a one-time member of the House of Ultra Omni. “Old school vogue records contain elegant jazz chords that sound grand and airy, which is the case with ‘Love Is the Message’.”

Voguers were also drawn to songs such as “Love Hangover” by Diana Ross and “Ooh, I Love It (Love Break)” by the Salsoul Orchestra. The slow, sultry opening of “Love Hangover” summoned drag queens to embrace a highly sexualised femininity that built in intensity as the track moved to its freak-out groove, with Ross herself idolised as an icon of black feminine beauty. Remixed by Shep Pettibone following a tip-off from his DJ friend Leslie Doyle, “Ooh, I Love It” became a voguing classic thanks to its pose-friendly horn stabs and the knowingly naughty rapping lines of the song’s backing singers. “The classic old school voguing tracks have these specific chords and they also have a certain ‘cunty’ femininity,” says Wang. “The girls who rap in ‘Love Break’ are an example of this and so is Diana Ross in ‘Love Hangover’. They sing in this cool, breathy, orgasmic style. It’s the opposite of gospel.”

Other records emerged as recognisable voguing anthems as a result of the inadvertent conversation they initiated up with drag queens. Released by Columbia Records in 1978, Cheryl Lynn’s “Got to Be Real” appealed to the drag queen preoccupation with passing as real, which became the primary criterion according to which judges would award marks at balls. Co-produced by Arthur Russell and Steve D’Acquisto, “Is It All Over My Face?” by Loose Joints appealed thanks to its sleazy sound, its insider reference to ejaculating over another person’s face, and its use of the word “over”, which doubled as black gay slang for being over-the-top. Regularly selected by DJ Larry Levan at the Paradise Garage, where voguers started to hang out from around 1984 onwards, George Kranz’s highly unusual beat-scatt track “Din Daa Daa” lent itself to all manner of thrusts, twists and poses. “But real serious voguers will get down to any kind of good music,” adds Wang. “My instructor Muhammad Ultra Omni often spoke of ‘hitting the beats’, or using his body and gestures to find and define the polyrhythms set forth by the music. So a good voguer can vogue theoretically over anything with a beat and often does this in clubs.”

Voguers were presented with the first track to be intentionally tailored to their style when Malcolm McLaren released “Deep in Vogue” in 1989. Widely known for his high-profile adoption of punk and hip-hop, McLaren found out about voguing when Johnny Dynell, a Tunnel DJ and member of the House of Xtravaganza, sent him a tape of Paris Is Burning, an unfinished movie by Jennie Livingston, in the hope that it would help the director raise money to wrap up her project. “I told Malcolm about the ball house scene because I thought it was perfect for him,” recalls Dynell, who encountered voguers and ball kids on the West Side piers before they started to head to the Tunnel. “Of course, he immediately put sound bites from the movie on his record. What the hell was I thinking?” As with hip-hop, McLaren promoted the voguing scene as a subcultural trend that harnessed working-class energy into music and dance. “It is to do with everyday life,” the impresario told New Musical Express. “It’s amazing, so many of the shows here, you’ve got all these bimbos who walk without passion. The great thing about Voguing is you walk with passion.” Ninja was hired to dance on the video, the first of its kind.

Three other vogue-specific tracks were released during 1989 and 1990. Having witnessed his mid-week night at Trax become the most popular voguing hangout in the city, DePino teamed up with  Dynell to produce “Elements of Vogue”, which featured a commentary on voguing by David Ian Xtravaganza. A year later, Danny Xtravaganza to record his own spoken-word poem-song over the fat bass and punch beats of “Love the Life You Live”, a Freddy Bastone production for Nu Groove. And during the same year, Madonna teamed up with Shep Pettibone to release “Vogue”, which went on to become the best-selling single of 1990. “Madonna’s friend Debbie M always came to Tracks and was a friend of mine and two other Xtravaganzas, Luis and Michael, who was a hairdresser and did Debbie M’s hair,” says DePino. “They set up a meeting with me and Madonna, who came to Tracks when the club was closed to meet and watch some voguers. I had a group of kids there to vogue for her, including some kids from other houses. She picked out who she liked for the video.”

Madonna also gravitated to the Sound Factory, where Xtravaganzas had started to congregate on a Saturday night thanks in part to DJ Junior Vasquez’s 1989 production “Just Like A Queen” by Ellis D (a play on LSD). “The first time she came to the club she called ahead,” says Vasquez. “She came into the booth and then sat on the speaker in front of me. After that she came periodically for about three months.” Jose and Luis Xtravaganza went on to work as backing dancers for Madonna during the explosive Blond Ambition tour, after which they starred in the behind-the-scenes documentary of the tour, In Bed with Madonna (titled Truth or Dare in the U.S.). “Madonna never came back to the Sound Factory after the tour,” adds Vasquez. “She was over vogue.” For his part, Vasquez went on to release “X”, which featured hard tribal beats, sparse synth lines and a sample of a drag queen saying “extravaganza” that was lifted from Paris Is Burning. The ensuing release of “Get Your Hands off My Man” confirmed Vasquez’s skill at picking out evocative vocal samples and laying them over a driving tribal house track.

During the late 1980s and early 1990s voguers also made a point of dancing to “The Brutal House” by Nitro Deleuze, “Break 4 Love” by Raze, “What Is Love” by Deee-Lite and, above all, “The Ha Dance” by the Masters at Work duo “Little” Louie Vega and Kenny “Dope” Gonzalez. A staple at the Wednesday night Underground Network party at the Sound Factory Bar, where Vega DJed and Ninja became a regular on the dance floor, “The Ha Dance” was built around a sample of Eddie Murphy and Dan Akroyd delivering a nonsense chant during the film Trading Places, Vega’s imitative synth effects and Kenny Dope’s slamming beats. “‘The Ha Dance’ was the ultimate anthem for ‘new way’ voguing, which is defined by its tight geometrical and gymnastic forms,” says Wang. “It is extremely demanding on the body because it requires massive stamina and break-dance-like popping and locking. Handstands and double-jointed ‘arm control’ movements are not uncommon.”

“New way” voguing can be traced back to the moment in the early 1980s when ball organisers expanded the number of competitive categories, which in turn led to the introduction of specific butch queen and banjee boy categories. The rise of these masculine classifications chimed with a historical juncture that witnessed the intensification of the AIDS crisis coincide with the Reagan administration’s promotion of a series of neoliberal polities that led to a rapid increase in inequality. During the same period, hip hop producers fostered a significantly tougher beat structure and rapping style than had been evident on earlier releases, and this in turn encouraged voguers to accentuate their own athleticism and aggressiveness. “The ascendance of hip hop, with its cartoony male archetypes, was bound to attract the children's attention, not to mention their critique,” Guy Trebay noted in the Village Voice in 2000. Tracks such as Armand Van Helden’s “Witch Doktor”, which introduced siren effects and screams into the stuttering beat structure of “The Ha Dance” provided dancers with a track to match the mood on the floor. “‘Witch Doctor’ was the huge new-way-voguing anthem,” notes Wang.

Rooted in the milieu of the drag ball, the nightclub, the cabaret circuit, the ghetto, the piers and the sexually transmitted disease clinic, voguing culture shifted again in the middle of the 1990s, or a couple of years after Clinton sought to draw a line under the militaristic and capitalistic ravages of the Reagan-Bush era, and just when activists and health workers started to bring the AIDS crisis under control. Assuming a new style for the softer times while contributing to the tireless reinvention of their culture, voguers forged a new femme vogue sensibility that featured, in the words of Aaron Enigma of the House of Enigma, “pronounced hip movement [and] cha-cha-based footwork (often in stocking-feet for maximum slide), peppered with classic striptease gestures.” Enigma adds: “The emphasis is on how flamboyant one can be through movement alone.”

Featuring the the spoken word poetry of butch queen Kevin Aviance, a regular performer on the New York club scene, “Cunty (The Feeling)” embodied the new sensibility. Including the stabs made familiar by “Love Is the Message” “Love Break” and “Vogue”, “Cunty” also reminded voguers of some of the core elements that inspired their style and dance.

"Love Saves the Day: David Mancuso and the Loft". Placed, 2007.

Like a soup or a bicycle or Wikipedia, the Loft is an amalgamation of parts that are weak in isolation, but joyful, revelatory and powerful when joined together. The first ingredient is the desire of a group of friends to want to get together and have some fun. The second element is the discovery of a room that has good acoustics and is comfortable for dancing, which means it should have rectangular dimensions, a reasonably high ceiling, a nice wooden floor and the possibility of privacy. The next building block is the sound system, which is most effective when it is simple, clean and warm, and when it isn't pushed more than a fraction above 100 decibels (so that people's ears don't become tired or even damaged). After that, the room should be decorated, with balloons and a mirror ball offering a cheap and timeless solution, and because the party might last a long time, and because some friends might be hungry, a healthy spread of food and drink should also be prepared. Finally and this really is the last thing to get right, and can only follow once everything else is in place the friends will need someone to bring along some dance records. After that, it's party time. 

All of these parts were assembled at 647 Broadway, in the abandoned NoHo district of New York City, when David Mancuso hosted a Valentine's Day party in his loft in February 1970. That party, which soon became known as the Loft, wasn't so much a moment of inception or the point from which all subsequent events can be traced as a moment of rebirth in which a number of practices and experiences, some of which can be traced back across the decades, came together in a new form. The children's home where David was taken straight after he was born suggested that families like the Loft family later on could be extended yet intimate, unified yet different, and precarious yet strong. Sister Alicia, who took care of David and put on a party (with balloons and food and records) whenever she got a chance, suggested the Loft from another time and space. The psychedelic guru Timothy Leary, who invited David to his house parties and popularised a philosophy around the psychedelic experience that would inform the way records were selected at the Loft, was another echo that resonated at the Broadway Loft. Co-existing with Leary, the civil rights, the gay liberation, feminist and the anti-war movements of the 1960s were manifest in the egalitarian, rainbow coalition, come-as-you-are ethos of the Loft. And the Harlem rent parties of the 1920s, in which economically underprivileged African American tenants put on shindigs in order to help raise some money (through "donations" made at the door) to pay the rent, established a template for putting on a private party that didn't require a liquor or cabaret license and could accordingly run all night because they lay beyond the control of New York's licensing authorities. These streams headed in a multiplicity of directions, and in February 1970 they met at 647 Broadway. 

The February party didn't have a name, but the homemade invitations did carry the line "Love Saves the Day". A short three years after the release of "Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds", the coded promise of acid-inspired things to come was easy to unpick for those in the know, yet "Love Saves the Day" exchanged the Beatles gobbledygook with a commitment to universal love. The invitations also reproduced an image of Salvador Dali's "The Persistence of Memory", which now looks like another cryptogram, but didn't resemble one at the time because David hadn't yet had his latent childhood memories of Sister Alicia jogged into Technicolor revelation. Of course the image of Dali's melting clocks was simply random: David was offering his guests the chance to escape the violence and oppression of reality, and the idea of entering into a different dimension of time, in which everyone could leave behind their socialised selves and dance until dawn, was intended. "Once you walked into the Loft you were cut off from the outside world," says David. "You got into a timeless, mindless state. There was actually a clock in the back room but it only had one hand. It was made out of wood and after a short while it stopped working." 

When David's guests left the Valentine's Day party they let him know that they wanted him to put on another one soon, and within a matter of months the shindigs had become a weekly affair. Inasmuch as anyone knew about them and few did because David didn't advertise his parties, because they were private parties they acquired a reputation for being ultra hip, in part because 647 Broadway was situated in the ex-manufacturing district of downtown New York where nobody but a handful of artists and bohemians had thought about living. The artists (and David) moved in because the district's old warehouses offered a spectacular space in which to live as well as put on parties, and the inconvenience of having to have one's kitchen, bedroom and bathroom hidden from view (in order to avoid the punitive eyes of the city's building inspectors) turned out to be a nice way to free up space in order to do things that weren't related to cooking, sleeping and washing. Outside, the frisson of transgression was heightened by the fact that there was no street lighting to illuminate the cobbled streets, and because David didn't serve alcohol, he was able to keep his parties going until midday (and sometimes later), long after the city's bars and discotheques had closed for the night. "Because I lived in a loft building, people started to say that they were going to the Loft," remembers David. "It's a given name and is sacred." 

From the beginning, David looked constantly for ways to improve his sound system because he was convinced that this would result in a more musical and intense party experience. He began to invest in audiophile technology and asked befriended sound engineers to help him build gear, including tweeter arrays and bass reinforcements, which David would tweak during the course of the party, sending shivers down the spines of the partygoers at 647 Broad- way. Yet by the time they come to dominate the 1970s discotheque scene, David had concluded that such add-ons were unnecessary with an audiophile set-up and got into really esoteric equipment, adding Mark Levinson amplifiers and handcrafted Koetsu cartridges to his Klipschorn speakers. "I had the tweeters installed to put highs into records that were too muddy but they turned into a monster," explains David. "It was done out of ignorance. I wasn't aware of Class-A sound, where the sound is more open and everything comes out."  

Like the space, the legal set-up and the food, the sound system was a technology that was introduced in order to assist the party, and as David relentlessly fine-tuned his set-up, the dancing became more free flowing and intense. "You could be on the dance floor and the most beautiful woman that you had ever seen in your life would come and dance right on top of you," says Frankie Knuckles, a regular at the Loft. "Then the minute you turned around a man that looked just as good would do the same thing. Or you would be sandwiched between the two of them, or between two women, or between two men, and you would feel completely comfortable." Facilitating a sonic trail that was generated by everyone in the room, David would pick out long, twisting tracks such as Eddie Kendricks "Girl, You Need A Change of Mind" and War "City, Country, City"; gutsy, political songs like the Equals "Black Skinned Blue Eyed Boys" and Willie Hutch "Brother's Gonna Work It Out"; uplifting, joyful anthems such as Dorothy Morrison "Rain" and MSFB "Love Is the Message"; and earthy, funky recordings like James Brown "Give It Up or Turnit a Loose" and Manu Dibango "Soul Makossa". Positive, emotional and transcendental, these and other songs touched the soul and helped forge a community.

The influence of the Loft spread far and wide. At the end of 1972 a Broadway regular set up a similarly structured party for an exclusive white gay clientele called the Tenth Floor, which in turn inspired the establishment of Flamingo, the most influential white gay venue of the 1970s. Objecting to the elitist nature of Flamingo's so-called "A-list" dancers, another Loft regular founded 12 West, which was intended to create a more laidback party environment for white gay men. As all of this was unfolding, another Loft regular, Nicky Siano, set up his own Loft- style venue called the Gallery where he mimicked David's invitation system, hired his sound engineer, and also borrowed a fair chunk of the Loft's guests when the Broadway party closed for the summer of 1973. The SoHo Place (set up by Richard Long and Mike Stone) and Reade Street (established by Michael Brody) also drew heavily on David's template. When both of those parties were forced to close, Michael Brody decided to open the Paradise Garage and positioned the party as an "expanded version of the Loft", and invited Richard Long, considered by some to be New York's premier sound engineer, to build the sound system. Meanwhile, yet another Loft regular moved to Chicago and opened a Loft style venue called the Warehouse. Having grown up on the dance floor of the Loft, where they bonded, Larry Levan and Frankie Knuckles went on to become the legendary DJs at the Garage and the Warehouse, where they forged the outlines of what would later be called garage and house music. Other spinners such as Tony Humphries, François Kevorkian and David Morales would look back on the Loft as one of the most inspirational parties they ever experienced. The Loft, in other words, was an incubator. 

Like any party host, David has had to face some unexpected hitches during his thirty-seven year journey. In June 1974 he moved into 99 Prince Street after he was pressured into leaving his Broadway home, and ten years later he bought a promising building in Alphabet City, only to see the neighbourhood slide into a virtual civil war. By the time he was forced to leave a room he was subletting on Avenue B towards the end of the 1990s, things were beginning to look quite grim for the Loft. But before he was forced to leave Avenue B, David received invitations to trav- el first to Japan and then to London. Initially reluctant to put on a party outside his home, David ended up accepting both offers, and although he experienced some hitches, he ended up returning to both Japan and London in order to team up with other friends. As he went about putting on these parties, David stuck to the principles that have driven him from day one: be faithful to your friends, find a good space for a party, seek out the best sound equipment available, and smile when people welcome you as a guest. In the process, David drew on the life shaping experience of his orphan childhood to realise a profound philosophical lesson: homes can be built wherever you put down roots and make friends. Returning again and again to Japan and London, David realised his own universal vision, which was previously constricted to New York, but has now captured the imagination of partygoers across the globe. 

Shortly after making his first trips to Japan and London, David also hit upon a hall in the East Village that has become the new home of the Loft, and although the parties are now held on holidays rather than a weekly basis, David is convinced the dance floor is as vibrant and energetic as ever. The fact David doesn't live in the space is a little inconvenient in that he has to set up his sound system each time he plays, but even though he doesn't sleep in the hall, he's also more comfortable in his current space than any of his previous homes. "It's in the heart of the East Village, which was where I always used to hang out," he says. "I might have lived on Broadway, but for the other five or six days I was in the East Village. This is where I've been hanging out in the area since 1963. My roots are there. My life is connected to the area." Forging new roots and connections, grandparents have started to dance with their grandchildren on the floor of the New York Loft.

Thanks to David's longevity and belated recognition as a seminal figure in the history of New York dance, it has become easy for partygoers to assume that the Loft has come to resemble a nostalgia trip for the halcyon days of the 1970s and early 1980s. Since February 1970, however, David has always played a mixture of old and new music, and he continues to mix it up in a similar way to this day. New faces in Japan and London might arrive expecting a trip down disco alley, but that's not what they get, because the party isn't a fossil-like impression of what it used to be. Throughout, David has remained committed to selecting records that encourage the party to grow as a musical radical yet never musically negative community. This sonic tapestry can sometimes sound strange to dancers who have become accustomed to a political and musical climate, in which communities are dismantled in favour of materialistic individualism and capitalist-nationalist wars, but the countercultural message is persuasive. "After a while the positive vibe and universal attitude of the music was too much for me, but this moment of hesitation and insecurity only lasted for a few minutes," commented a dancer after the March party. "Then all the barriers broke and I reached the other side. Like a child, I stopped caring about what other people might think and reached my essence, through dancing." 

Confronted by the tendency of dancers to worship at his DJing feet, even though he has never thought of himself as being a DJ and is resolute in his belief that this kind of attention detracts from the party, David positions his turntables as close to the entrance as possible so that dancers see the floor and not the booth as they enter the room. In a similar move, he also arranges his speakers so they will draw dancers away from the booth and towards the centre of the floor. Yet in London (much more so than in New York) dancers tend to face David, even though the effect is the equivalent of sitting with one's back to the orchestra at a concert. And at the end of these parties dancers applaud him as if he's some kind of saviour, when in fact he's a guy who helps put on parties and tries to read the mood of the floor as the "sonic trail" unfolds. Reinforced by popular culture, which encourages crowds to seek out iconic, authoritative, supernatural leaders, the adulation makes David feel deeply uncomfortable. "I'm a background person," he says. 

Even if utopias can't be built without a struggle, and can never be complete, the mood at all of these parties is thrilling to behold. The floors outside New York might benefit from believing more in themselves, yet much of their applause is directed towards the music, as well as the surprisingly rare joy of being able to dance among friends. That feeling has come about because, after years of dancing together, people now recognise each other to the extent that they are entirely comfortable about welcoming in new faces. "It's unbelievable," said a female dancer who came to her first London party with her two daughters in December. "The people here they make eye contact!" Eye contact might not be very fashionable, but then the Loft isn't about fashion. Rather, it's about putting on a party with friends. And because it doesn't follow trends, it's been able to outlast every other party in the ephemeral (yet eternally hopeful) world of dance.

 

INTERVIEW WITH DAVID MANCUSO BY TIM LAWRENCE

 

HELLO, DAVID. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO BEGIN?

Ommmmmm.

WHY DO YOU WANT TO START THERE?

It's the spiritual word for all sound. It's a chant. Om says it all.

WHERE ARE YOU WITH YOUR OM AT THE MOMENT?

Home, as in H-OM-e. "O" and "m" are the two central letters of home. Om is very powerful. Jeremy (a founding member of Lucky Cloud Sound System, which puts on parties with David in London four times a year) sent me this link to the sound of the big bang and it sounds like Om. Buddhists chant Om for a very long time and when they're together and in harmony the vibration creates the sound of a bell. It's enlightenment.

DO YOU HOPE TO CREATE A VERSION OF OM IN YOUR PARTIES?

It needs to be more of a human-acoustic touch. You can't do it electronically. But the vibration is there. Parties can become very psychic. But the bell doesn't ring if one person out of the group becomes more dominant than the other.

HOW IMPORTANT IS THE CONNECTION BETWEEN ABOUT SOUND, SPIRITUALITY AND THE PARTY?

When Buddhists chant Om the idea is to get to a spiritual level, and one way of doing that is by chanting. We don't get together in London four times a year and chant, and enlightenment isn't the kind of thing that you could achieve during an eight-hour party. But Om isn't one or two people, a man or a woman, an adult or a child. Om is the spiritual word for all sound. All of life is a vibration, your heartbeat is a vibration, the womb the w-OM-b is a vibration. Does sound have anything to do with the party? Of course it does. Music is a very spiritual thing.

DID YOU CHANT IN THE PAST?

I've been in groups, absolutely, in the 1960s and 1970s. It's been a while since I sat down physically with a group of people with that goal in mind. The thing is to do it in a group. You've got to create a collective vibration. I think that once you experience it, it affects you for the rest of your life.

COULD YOU TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR IDEA OF HOME?

Maybe it goes back to Sister Alicia and her party room. Sister Alicia is my earth mother. She took care of me until I was six years old. I went to see her recently and during the visit I used the word "orphanage". She said it wasn't an orphanage; it was Saint Joseph's home. She corrected me and said it was a home for children. I went in there when I was two days old. In those days kids went in right from the hospital.

DO YOU REMEMBER MUCH ABOUT THE HOME?

I only have very vague memories. The visual memories I have are playing outdoors, sliding down the slide and of kids playing together. Memories came back when Eddy, my friend from the home, showed me pictures.

WHEN DID YOU SEE THIS PICTURES FOR THE FIRST TIME?

When I was forty-five years old. Eddy wasn't told he was in a home, either. At some point the home was torn down and the building was replaced with an apartment complex. Eddy got married and moved into this apartment complex without knowing that it used to be the home. At that point he was sat down and told, "Look, this is what happened when you were a child." He got so freaked out he moved out immediately. But he wanted to find out about his earlier years in the home, so he looked up the records and through a long process tracked down Sister Alicia. He asked her, "Were you the one who used to change my diapers?" and she said, "Yes." Donald Byrd I'm having a realization right now "I've Longed and Searched for My Mother". It's a beautiful, beautiful record, released on Blue Note. That record goes back to the late fifties, early sixties. When I heard it, it grabbed me right away. It's very angelic. I always felt connected to that record and now I'm realizing why.

WHY?

It's a beautiful song and Sister Alicia was really a mother to me, even though I don't remember a nun taking care of me. There are a lot of things I don't remember. But under hypnosis or a memory pill, maybe the memories could be drawn out, because they're all in my brain. When I see a picture of her I start connecting dots. I'm very close to this woman.

HOW DID YOU GET IN TOUCH WITH EDDY?

Eddy said to Sister Alicia, "What's the name of the friend I used to play with?" She had all these pictures and she showed him one and said, "That's David." Eddy started to look for me in every state and it took him five or six years to find me. It turned out that in the same city where the home was in Utica Eddy worked in a big grocery store that his family owned. One day a clerk yelled out, "Mr Mancuso, your order is ready!" He went up to the person and said, "Do you have a nephew or a son?" He said, "I have a nephew." My uncle told me that Eddy wanted to get in touch and meet up. I was flabbergasted, totally shocked. It's something that goes back to my earliest years it's heavy stuff and it took me six months to pick up the phone. It was like opening up the doors, like finding a brother you didn't know you had. Anyhow, it just so happened that Eddy used to come to New York City a couple of times a year, so on one of his visits we spoke on the phone and he came to visit me. This was 1984, just as I was moving into Third Street. I explained to him what I did in the Loft that I put on parties and he looked at the room and said, "You've got to see these photos!" He brought out all of these pictures that Sister Alicia had saved, and as we looked through the pictures we came across one of a party room that had a record player, records and balloons. It was a mirror reflection of my room in the Loft. We both freaked out in a very nice way.

WHEN DID YOU GET IN TOUCH WITH SISTER ALICIA?

I called her between Christmas and New Year's. As soon as I heard her voice it was as though I recognized it. She has a very beautiful voice. It's flowing and deep, like singing. I said, "Hello Sister Alicia" I was ready to shit my pants! I said, "It's David Mancuso." She said, "Hi, David." I said, "Do you remember me?" She said, "I remember you like it was yesterday." I told her I was very happy that I could reach her in other words, that she was alive and said that I had a place upstate near to where she was and that I'd like to visit her. I saw her a couple of months later. I don't know how to explain it to you. It was incredibly thrilling.

DID YOU STAY IN TOUCH?

I called at least once every two months. Then a few years ago Eddy and I went to visit her and at the end of the visit she asked us if we wanted to go to the chapel. We didn't have to pray it was an interfaith organisation and when we got there she said, "Let me show you something." There was a big glass bowl and if you rubbed a stick around the edge it created an effect that was almost Om-like. The glass was so big you could feel the vibration right through your body. I said to myself, "This must have been what we were doing as kids." She was bringing us to this musical instrument and showing us how to play this vibration. That blew me away.

I also went to visit Sister Alicia a few weeks ago with a journalist called Matt and we asked her about the records that were in the photo of the party room. We said, 'Do you remember the names of the records? Was there any James Brown?" She said they were children's records, things that children could dance to. Matt asked her, "How did you get these records?" She said, "I went out and bought them." That's heavy. It wasn't that someone donated them. She created this atmosphere; she created that room. The idea of having balloons; that was her concept. She treated us as though we were in her home having a birthday party.

The more I sit with her, the more memories return. Her voice is very h-OM-ish. This room was the basic blueprint as far as the vibration goes. The room was obviously put together for children's parties. It was a happy place. Sister Alicia would find any excuse to have a party. Even if kids had birthdays on the same day, she still made sure they had individual parties. When I saw the pictures of the room for the first time I realized that although I didn't remember it directly, the feeling I have always had with me comes from this place.

IS THE LOFT LIKE A HOME?

It's a home away from home. For some people it actually was their home, though. There were people I let stay there. I'd take them in for six months or a year. At one point I had eleven people living in the Loft. I always said to the people who were staying with me, "If you bring up the word 'rent' I'll push you out that day." In other words, you cannot give me any rent.

WOULD YOU SAY THAT THE PARTIES ARE CHILDLIKE?

Of course. You're regaining what you lost in your childhood or sometimes what you never got in your childhood. The party is a childlike experience. You can have your cake and eat it, too. The Loft has never been a business. I've reached out a bit during the last few years and now visit London and Japan, but I'm among friends there. London and Japan are not very far off in that they're places for communities to start and grow, to develop and expand. It's like a chant it's like Om. The vibration that's happening can be very healing. When someone is with their children, the children bring things out of them that they can respond to in a way that they can't normally do. They can be goofy, do this and that, play games. It keeps us young in love and spirit.

HOW DID YOU GET FROM THE CHILDREN'S HOME TO THE LOFT? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU AFTER YOU LEFT THE HOME?

I was in Utica and at the age of fifteen I went on the other side of the tracks. That was where the minorities and poor people lived. Utica is a very segregated and prejudiced city, but the hospitality across the tracks was incredible. I was already more or less on my own and most of my friends were living in projects. After school we would go to each other's houses on different days and we would listen to music. We were very young and they were little after school parties. There was a place around the corner that was called Birdland and in the afternoons this trio of musicians would be there one huge blonde guy who played the organ and two black musicians. The door would be open and we would go in and dance our arses off. And they could play! Oh my God, could they play? Anyhow, we were a very mixed group gay, straight, white, Spanish so we would listen to music and dance in each other's living rooms. We would tear up the rug. That had a tremendous influence on me. That's when I was introduced to James Brown, the Shirelles, a lot of artists. I learned how to dance, I learned about other cultures, and I learned about making friends. Everybody treated each other with respect. We did this on a regular basis. By the time I was eighteen I left Utica. 

WHERE WERE YOU LIVING?
At fifteen-and-a-half I was with my uncle for six months. I got out of there at sixteen. My parole officer let me get my own room, so I went into in a rooming house. I quit school and I started shining shoes and dishwashing.

FROM THERE YOU WENT TO NEW YORK CITY?

I had a really close friend and he said, "Let's go to New York City!" We went on Labour Day weekend for three days and stayed at the YMCA on Thirty-fourth Street. This was 1962. We met two people who said, "If you ever want to come here..." and they invited me and my friend to their house in the Bronx. I had turned eighteen years old and in thirty-three days I was back. The weekend I returned to New York the Russians were half way to Cuba and I calculated that if it all went off it'd be on the Tuesday. I was in New York City by the Thursday so I had the weekend. If shit was going to happen, at least I was where I wanted to be. I stayed with my friends for about six weeks and they taught me how to "mop" how to get food from a grocery store when you have no money. I got a job very quickly and startedand going to house parties. I was always comforta- ble in these environments. There would be music and people, and the pattern was always uni- que. That's where I was happiest and it became my reference point. It was all I had and it was a lot to be thankful for. My life up to that point was like these stages, these bardos the home, the houses, the house parties. And then I started going to private social clubs, especially one place that was called the Territorial, which was on One-hundred-and-twenty-fifth Street.

TELL ME MORE ABOUT THE TERRITORIAL.

It was run by two lesbians and each one of us was an outcaste. You had to come with a card or a guest, and if you came as a guest you had to pay two dollars to get a temporary membership card, because that way they didn't have to open to the public. I went as someone's guest and the first night I went there I met Larry Patterson [who became a close friend and, many years later, one of the principal DJs at Zanzibar in New Jersey]. I also saw someone there I'd met the day before in Prospect Park. I said to myself, "Wow!" Larry was with friends and said, "Come to my table!" There was a jukebox and we danced our arses off. We played songs that we liked and then someone else dropped some change in there and we'd dance to songs they liked. We were playing for each other, socialising in a very private, personal manner, and that's where we were happiest. So there was that familiarity again; something that said there's some reason why I'm do- ing what I'm doing. It was like a steppingstone. It was almost destiny. So the reason why I do what I do is to regain feelings from my childhood. I stay away from the business side of things because that's when I start losing interest. The Loft was never about me it's about us. When you go some place and people are looking for the DJ that's a very uncomfortable situation for me. I'm not there for that. Other people can play that role and it's good because I can give them space. It's not that I'm anti-DJ; it's just that I'm not here for fame and fortune. And when something turns into that I start to lose interest because I'd rather be in a private, more intimate setting.

WHAT IS THE CONCEPTUAL DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE LOFT AND A CLUB?

Clubs are set up for the purpose of making money. This is not what the Loft is about. The Loft is about putting on a party and making friends. That doesn't mean you can't put on a party and make friends in a club, but these places are structured to make a profit, and that's a whole different head. Without a doubt, that has a bearing on how things happen and how far things can go. For me the Loft is all about social progress. With my own parties you can bring your own al- cohol and your children can come along. If I couldn't find a location where these things could happen I'd be at the end of my road.

In New York State, any person who walks into a liquor store or a bar that has a liquor license has to be served by law. The laws vary from situation to situation, but in general you have to be open to the public as long as they are orderly. Now that takes a whole different head and I don't have the head for that. I'd rather grow grapes on a farm and make wine. I'm not trying to create divisions here it's just the way I was raised. I guess maybe a lot of us were insecure but we found a way to make each other secure. What I'm doing has to do with something very personal and it shouldn't be compared to a club. It doesn't mean that one thing is better than the other. They're just different, and to me there's no doubt that the Loft is more intimate.

THERE'S NOT MUCH ROOM FOR INTIMACY IN CLUBS. WHY IS INTIMACY IMPORTANT TO YOU?

For me the core is about social progress. How much social progress can there be when you're in a situation that is repressive? You won't get much social progress in a nightclub. In New York City they've changed the law for eighteen to twenty-one-year-olds. Where can this age group go to dance? In my zone you can be any age, a drinker or non-drinker, a smoker or a non-smoker. And that's where I like to be. Social progress is extremely important to me, and it's also extremely important to me to avoid economic violence. In the last three thousand years we've made very little progress as a human race, so if there's a little bit out there that's happening then this is very important. To me the parties represent a way of making social progress because I'm not limited by a lot of laws. Safety laws always apply, but I haven't got a liquor license because when you've got a liquor license you go into another category. More laws come into play and the stakes are much higher as far as making money goes. At least here in London we've got them to keep the bar upstairs closed. It was a good and acceptable compromise. But if the bar had been in the same room it would have been a problem for me as it changes the whole mentality of the set and setting 

HOW ARE BARS AND CLUBS ECONOMICALLY VIOLENT?

Having to pay five dollars for water, never mind ten dollars for a drink, can be very unaffordable. When you weigh what you can get for a contribution to come to a Loft party, it's good value. There's food, you can bring your own alcohol, and you don't have to pay to check in your coat. It's all-inclusive. You could easily have spent one hundred and fifty dollars if you went out some- where else. It's a community support kind of thing. But once you get a liquor license there are so many regulations and your overheads get raised so high all sorts of costs follow. Not having a liquor license allows me to keep costs at a minimum and make the parties affordable for every- one, and that's very important to me.

HOW ELSE DOES SOCIAL PROGRESS GET EXPRESSED AT THE LOFT?

As long as you act like a human being you can do what you want. That's the deal. We don't have any fights. We don't have the usual problems a lot of places have. That tells you something. People can be trusted. People who drink alcohol at Loft parties do it by bringing their own with them, which makes it affordable to drink and relax. To see alcohol being consumed and not have pro- blems is social progress.

HOW DO YOU WORK OUT WHO CAN COME INTO THE PARTIES?

That's up to the signing-up sponsors list. I don't rule, the majority rules. Two thirds of the population are the guests of people who are on the mailing list, and if someone on the mailing list sponsors you, you can also go on the mailing list unless we're over capacity, in which case you gave to go on the waiting list. Some people go back twenty years and can reappear, so we have this grandfather clause. The people who go back twenty years really have a preference over some- one who is new. They have seniority and you have to give them that respect because they helped build this castle and have been friends for a long time. So whoever gets sponsored can be on the mailing list unless we're full, and I think it's wonderful that I don't have to be in a situation where I'm in control.

There are three signs if the parties are going well. First, if people want the parties to continue they will support them with a contribution. We don't advertise or promote. The income comes if people want to contribute and be there with their friends. So that's an indication. Second, if fights started to break out I would seriously wonder if I'm doing something to contribute to this violence. The final factor is if the door ever became a place where people had to be searched, or if metal detectors were set up, as they were at the Paradise Garage. I don't want to have to be part of that. If I have to do any of those things then it's not like I'm going over to my friend's house after school. Yes, there's a business side to the Loft, but it's orderly and simple. If for some reason the Loft ended or reached its conclusion I still would always have a lot to be thankful 

or. I have been doing this for thirty-seven years. And I always know that no matter what hap- pens there's going to be at least one more party. I have a backup where I could throw a party real quick and call it a day if necessary.

FOR LONGEST TIME YOU PUT ON PARTIES IN THE PLACE WHERE YOU WERE LIVING, BUT YOU'RE NOT ABLE TO DO THIS ANYMORE BECAUSE YOUR CURRENT APARTMENT IS TOO SMALL. HAS THIS CHANGED THINGS FOR YOU?

Where I put on my parties in New York is just as big as most of my other spaces. The only differ- ence is where I sleep. Other than the fact that you don't see a bed, you wouldn't know the dif- ference from every place I've been. Every time I look at a space and I'm not just talking about my own parties in New York here the first thing that goes through my mind is: where do the speakers go? Then I ask, "Would I want to sleep here tonight?" If I get those two feelings, I know it's where I want to be. It has to be about the sound and being comfortable enough to sleep there that first night.

FRIENDS WOULD DROP BY WHEN THE LOFT WAS ON BROADWAY, PRINCE STREET, THIRD STREET AND YOU’RE YOUR OTHER HOMES, SO THAT'S A LITTLE DIFFERENT, TOO, RIGHT?

I'm not there seven days a week, but we all meet up and we do our thing. That's been going on for years. And in my new place I can do what I've always done. The firemen of New York City also give their private parties there. I love the fact that you walk upstairs to get to the dance floor because you don't expect to walk upstairs and be in this huge room. Broadway was like that. And the fact that it's in the East Village is wonderful to me. If anything I could sit here and say that of all the places I've been at, including Broadway, this is the place I would have love to have slept in. But I'm willing to sacrifice that if the alternative is to not have parties. And if I didn't put on parties I wouldn't get any sleep!

SO YOU PREFER YOUR CURRENT SPACE IN THE EAST VILLAGE TO PRINCE STREET?

I prefer it to all my spaces because it's right where I grew up psychedelically and musically, and I met some of my oldest friends people I'm still friendly with to this day in the East Village. I loved the space in SoHo but not the neighbourhood, or at least not the way it developed, because it became too expensive. The local artist residents finally accepted us because they had to, but the SoHo artists were interested in real estate, not art. They would get together and buy a build- ing on the cheap, and some of these people also came from real estate families, so they knew where the neighbourhood was going and they developed a plan.

IT'S GOOD TO HEAR YOU'RE IN THE EAST VILLAGE AND HAPPY. BUT YOU'RE ALSO MOVING OUTSIDE YOUR OWN LOFT PARTIES AND TRAVELLING AROUND THE WORLD. HOW COME?

I lost my building and home on Third Street due to an unpredictable lawyer. That tragedy turned into possibilities. I probably wouldn't be sitting here in London if that hadn't happened. I said the same thing to my friend Satoru in Japan. I said, "I wouldn't have made a lot of the new friends and had a lot of experiences if I hadn't lost that space." I've been invited to travel and I've found myself being able to help when it's needed. I've made a few mistakes because sometimes I didn't know the person I was dealing with. But apart from two or three situations that I didn't want to go back to, I've stayed with the same groups that I've worked with since the beginning. I get a lot of offers and I always say, "I have to see the space. Can I see the drawings?" It's a lot of work and you were already familiar with a lot of the things I was looking for. So I've had to reach out and be careful not to bite off more than I can chew. The only two possibilities I've added to what I've got are Montreal and LA. They're in the infancy states.

SO WHAT HAVE YOU GOT?

Other than my own Loft parties, my main thing is obviously London and Japan, with Italy more and more an upcoming situation that has a lot of potential via a group of friends I made there five years ago friends that I believe in. The sound and vibe are very familiar to me. There are some cultural differences, no doubt, but the coming together and the community and the vision are very similar. The parties don't take me away from what drives me.

HOW DID YOU GO ABOUT GETTING THINGS GOING IN JAPAN AND LONDON?

I was offered Japan for a long time and I decided to finally take the chance. I saw an opportunity to go there to raise enough money to buy the space where I was living on Avenue B. In the end the person I was subletting from on Avenue B wasn't giving the landlord the money and the per- son I went to Japan with didn't have both oars in the water, so I realised I was not going to be able to buy the space. But during the Japan trip I met another individual, Satoru and we under- stood each other. I've been going to Japan for ten years now. It's a good, solid, wonderful rela- tionship.

HOW DO THINGS WORK IN JAPAN?

They work very well. The community has developed. It's like going to see my cousins. The par- ties are always in the same locations and they have all the basic principles. It's all done with balloons, Klipschorns, Koetstus, food, the whole thing. It's very much an ongoing situation and it's gotten very deep. If Japan hadn't been part of my journey it'd be a tremendous loss.

AND YOU'VE BEEN USING KOETSU CARTRIDGES, WHICH ARE JAPANESE, FOR MANY YEARS.

I heard that Papa Koetsu as I call him was ninety-eight years old and I said, "Gee, I'd really like to meet him!" Within two days they arranged it and we went to visit him at his home. I asked  him what kind of music he liked and he said, "Gospel and classical." I thought it was interesting: gospel was the voices and the classical was the dynamic, ambient instrumental arrangement. To get a kettledrum to sound like a kettledrum that's serious shit. He seemed to have done his homework regarding me and had known about me for a while. It was an amazing visit.

HOW DO THE JAPANESE PARTIES COMPARE TO THE NEW YORK PARTIES?

Community builds hope, just like here in London. Even though there's a bar in the place in Ja- pan, there's also food and balloons, and it’s a very different situation than they have in the rest of the year. We bring in the sound system, just like you guys do, so it's a whole big effort. Why am I here in London? It goes back to meeting you and the book, and Colleen being here and liv- ing here, and the fact that I was here as a kid was also important.

WHEN DID YOU USED TO COME OVER TO LONDON?

1964, 1965. I was dealing in antiques.

THE LONDON PARTIES ARE PUT ON BY LUCKY CLOUD SOUND SYSTEM. HOW ARE THEY WORKING OUT?

I'm very proud to say that London has really got it together. From where you had to start and get to, there were so many challenges. You've all got it together and are doing it, just like in Japan. The parties are also something that can stand on their own. I don't want to go into the "I won't always be here" thing, but if I'm not here tomorrow, we now know what to do and what not to do.

TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR OWN PLACE IN THE PARTY?

I'm just part of the vibration. I'm very uncomfortable when I'm put on a pedestal. Sometimes in this particular business it comes down to the DJ, who sometimes does some kind of performance and wants to be on the stage. That's not me. I don't want attention I want to feel a sense of cama- raderie and I'm doing things on so many levels that, whether it's the sound or whatever, I don't want to be pigeonholed as a DJ. I don't want to categorised or become anything. I just want to be. There's a technical role to play and I understand the responsibilities, but for me it's very min- imal. There are so many things that make this worthwhile and make it what it is. And there's a lot of potential. It can go really high.

IS IT PROBLEMATIC TO FOCUS ON THE DJ RATHER THAN THE DANCE FLOOR?

Definitely. For me to play the role of the DJ limits my whole horizon. I don't know how the fuck to put this into words. Presenting pre-recordings is the last of all the many things I do and that I prefer. What got me there is a passion to be with people and music. When the focus is on be- ing a DJ you become isolated or at least this is the case for me. I would think this would be the same for anyone else who just wants to shed their ego and melt together with other people and float downstream on this journey called life.

CAN THE FOCUS ON THE DJ TAKE AWAY FROM THE ENERGY OF THE PARTY?

If people treat me with this DJ head thing it's like I want to face the music, too, man! Let me have some space! I'm not afraid of facing the music! If somebody says to me, "You really play music well," I say, "I can't even play a piano!" I say, "Let's thank the musicians who give us these gifts." That's where I'm going. Being a DJ requires doing a lot more than what I do as far as at the turn- tables go. That might be the best way of putting it.

COULD YOU EXPAND ON THIS?

I don't do anything except clean the records, put the record on and try to stay tuned to the room. I try to keep my technical side in place and be in a state of what I call grace that is, to be wor- thy of having the opportunity to do what I'm doing, which is to share with other people a moment of musical joy. If I was going to come in as a DJ I'd be mixing, I'd have a pitch control, and that's a whole other game. That's not me. One day after eleven years I decided I wasn't going to mix any more and that decision also had to do with the quality of the sound. I can mix but if I mix I need a mixer and if I have a mixer I'm interfering with the quality of the sound, so I decided the sound had to have the least electronics as possible in order to not interfere with the sound. I had to get rid of the mixer in order for that to happen and I did this with respect to the artists, musi- cians and recording engineers.

SO THE QUALITY OF THE SOUND IS AN IMPORTANT PART OF THE EXPERIENCE OF THE PARTY.

Would you go to a restaurant where the food is the best or the half-best? Because we don't have the advantage of the band being there, we want to get to that experience as closely as possible. You can't change the pitch control. The Nutcracker would you change the pitch on that? But if you were in a different setting you'd be expected to do that, and that's part of that kind of circus. It's a different story. If you do that, hopefully you do it well. But to me it's not musically pure.

DOES GOOD SOUND PRODUCE A DIFFERENT TYPE OF PARTY?

Is half-good food good for your body? Of course good sound helps produce a good party, although the music itself has to have life healing energy. A lot of records don't have that. Why is Dark Side of the Moon such a fabulous piece? It starts out with a heartbeat. People just stop and listen. It speaks for itself. The heartbeat takes us back to the wOmb. The wOMb is the mother of all roOM acoustics. 

      

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“Disco: Liberation of the Body”. Liberazione, Italy, 18 June 2006.

Translated into Italian by Francesco WARBEAR Macarone Palmieri

In the popular imagination, disco conjures up images of Studio 54, the celebrated New York 1970s nightclub, where hoards of would-be dancers queued up on a nightly basis, waving their arms frantically in an attempt to catch the eye of the venue's doorman, as if they were at an auction bidding for their own lives. Disco also triggers thoughts of John Travolta, the star of Saturday Night Fever, striking his white-suited peacock pose of unrestrained Brooklyn machismo as he takes to the dance floor. And disco arouses "ear worms" that emit the shrill white pop of the Bee Gees, who stripped the genre of its black groove en route to becoming its best-selling band. Narcissistic mirrors, over-elaborate lighting systems and unfortunate fashion trends fill in a little more of this widely held perception, which includes everything except for progressive politics. Dig a little deeper, though, as I did in my research for my history of disco, Love Saves the Day, and the picture changes dramatically.

Bringing together the protagonists of gay liberation, the civil rights movement and the feminist movement, who gathered in the abandoned lofts and murky basements of a bankrupt New York, disco was born in cauldron conditions. Two epoch-defining venues, the Loft and the Sanctuary, initiated a new, radical practice of all-night, non-partnered dancing at the beginning of 1970, and disco culture held onto its countercultural potential until the summer of 1979, when Steve Dahl, an embittered Chicago rock DJ who resented the newfound cultural power African Americans, gay men and women had discovered through disco, detonated forty thousand disco records during a "disco sucks" rally.

Whereas the dance floor was once the place for Man to meet Woman, the Loft and the Sanctuary recast it as a multicultural, polymorphous, free-flowing space where individuals could let go of their everyday selves and dissolve into the mutating desire of the crowd. Marginalised in wider society, gay men and women, as well as ethnic groups ranging from African Americans to Puerto Ricans, were dominant on these dance floors, but crucially the experience was open to all. Disco was a rare example of New York's melting pot ethos put into practice.

Encouraged by the penetrating affect of amplified sound, the close proximity of other bodies, and the otherworldly effects of disorienting lights and psychotropic drugs, dancers sacrificed their individual egos to the creation of an amorphous, improvised flow of merging bodies and penetrative music ¾ a circuit of collective energy that was greater than the sum of its parts. Entering into a creative relationship with the DJ, dancers participated in a democratic and collective form of music making that allowed them to experience their bodies as neither straight nor gay, but in a transformative circuit of affect and desire. Disco, above all, promised the liberation of the body and the arrival of a queer utopia.

Dance culture survived the "disco sucks" backlash, but disco, which had become an undeserving symbol for the moral and economic sickness of the recession-blighted United States, was beyond convalescence. Since 1980, dance music, which remains first and foremost an electronic mutation of disco, has gone through period cycles. It has flourished when sexual exploration is the zeitgeist, when women and gay men have been empowered, and when technological innovation has spurred on the creation of innovative sounds and rhythms. Yet dance culture has atrophied when the political terrain has turned hostile, as it has during times of war, or imagined immigrant/religious threat, or heightened heterosexual anxiety. Rock music and (for the last twenty-five years) rap have prospered during these periods, in part because they are in their element when politics is postural and confrontational. It is dance, however, that seems to offer the greatest social potential, and that potential can be traced back to the disco era.

Dance culture's scenes and sub-scenes now form a root-like network that its antagonists can barely understand, and this has made the cultural more resilient than its 1970s predecessor. The cultural terrain of the 1990s, however, has been hostile. The AIDS epidemic, the rise of neoliberal competition, the economic emasculation of black working class communities and "moral majority" strictures of Berlusconi, Blair and Bush have undermined dance culture's foundations. At times like these, dance can seem unintelligible. Organised around rhythm and sensation rather than lyrics and song, the culture can struggle to confront the major political crises of the day. Yet dance ¾ arguably more than the cinema, the sports stadium, the theatre or the church ¾ can function as an open, participatory, experimental, non-competitive community that is organised around progressive pleasure. By re-examining disco we can better understand its liberationist potential.


DISCO: La Liberazione Dei Corpi

Tim Lawrence è l’autore di Love Saves the Day: La Storia della "Dance Music Culture" Americana, 1970-79, pubblicato in Italiano da Key Note Multimedia, www. www.maurizioclemente.com. La sua performance di presentazione del testo sul piano discorsivo e musicale verrà ospitata da Phag off nel festival Queer Jubilee III (www.phagoff.org), venerdì 23 alle 10:30 pm Al club Metaverso sito in via di Monte testaccio 38/a. Per maggiori informazioni sulla saggistica e la ricerca di Tim Lawrence, visitate  www.timlawrence.info.

Nell’immaginazione popolare, la “Disco” propone immagini dello “Studio 54”, il celebrato club degli anni ’70 di New York dove orde di ballerini vorrei-ma-non-posso passavano ogni notte in fila, alzando le loro braccia spasmodicamente nella speranza di cogliere lo sguardo di chi gestiva le vip list, come se fosse una questione di vita o di morte. La “Disco” porta a pensare a John Travolta, la star del film “La febbre del sabato sera”, nella sua posa machista da gallo di Brooklyn vestito di bianco, mentre si impossessa del dance floor. Ancora, La “Disco” risveglia nei timpani (hear worms is: “i vermi dell’orecchio” but it has no sense unless it is a metaphore that I don’t know) il suono stridulo del pop bianco dei Bee Gees, spogliando il genere del suo groove nero nell’ottica commercializzante della band. Specchi narcisisti, sistemi di luce iper-elaborati e mode sfortunate sono gli elementi rimanenti a rinsaldare tale visione che include tutto eccetto una politica progressista. Scavando un pò più a fondo, come ho fatto con la mia ricerca sulla mia storia della Disco “Love saves the day”, l’immagine cambia drasticamente. La disco è nata in un calderone che riunisce i protagonisti del movimento di liberazione gay, del movimento per i diritti civili, nonché del movimento femminista; soggettività che hanno riempito i loft abbandonati e gli sporchi seminterrati di una New York in bancarotta (I changed the phrase structure here). Agli inizi degli anni ’70, due locali epocali quali il “Loft” e il “Sanctuary” iniziarono una nuova pratica radicale della ballo notturno “senza-partner”, legando la disco al suo potenziale controculturale fino al ’79. In tale data un dj rock di nome di Steve Dahl, aggredì il neonato potere culturale che donne, afromericani e gay scoprirono attraverso la disco, facendo esplodere fisicamente ben quattro mila dischi “disco” durante una manifestazione intitolata “disco Sucks” (La disco fa schifo; N.d.t.). Se il dance floor era una volta uno spazio dedicato agli uomini per incontrare donne, il Loft e il Sanctuary lo hanno risiginificato come spazio fluttuante, polimorfo e multiculturale dove gli individui potevano lasciar fluire i loro sé quotidiani lasciandoli dissolvere nel mutevole desiderio della folla. Marginalizzati nella società, donne e uomini gay così come gruppi etnici (siano essi african americans o portoricani) diventarono gli interpreti principali di quei dancefloor ma cruciale affermare che l’esperienza era aperta a tutti. La disco fu un raro esempio d messo in pratica  dell’ethos del melting pot newyorkese. Incoraggiati dal penetrante effetto del suono amplificato, dalla prossimità “tattile” (this is a word that I added) dei corpi, dagli effetti d’altro mondo delle luci, nonché delle droghe psichedeliche, i partecipanti sacrificavano il loro io alla creazione di un flusso amorfo e improvvisato di corpi mescolati e musica penetrativa – un circuito di energia collettiva molto più imponente della somma delle parti. Entrando in una relazione creativa con il dj, la gente partecipava ad una forma democratica e collettiva di produzione musicale che permetteva loro di esperire i loro stessi corpi ne come gay ne come etero bensì come un circuito trasformativo di affetto e desiderio. Ciò che la disco fece fu, sopratutto promettere la liberazione dei corpi e l’arrivo di un’utopia queer. La cultura Dance sopravvisse al rinculo della manifestazione "disco sucks”, ma la disco, che nel frattempo era diventata l’immeritato simbolo per la malattia economica e morale della recessione statunitense, andò oltre la convalescenza. Dall’80 la dance music, che rimane una mutazione elettronica della disco, ha attraversato periodi differenti. È fiorita quando l’esplorazione sessuale ha avuto il suo zeitgeist, quando donne e gay hanno accresciuto la loro forza e quando l’innovazione tecnologica ha abilitato la creazione di suoni e ritmi innovativi. Ancora, la cultura dance si è atrofizzata quando il terreno politico è divenuto ostile, specialmente nei periodi di guerra o di produzioni di capri espiatori migranti/religiosi (i used escare goat, see if it sounds good for you) o di incremento dell’ ansia eterosessista (i used heterosexist at the place of heterosexual, see if you like it). Il rock e il Rap sono prosperati durante questi periodi (negli ultimi 25 anni), in parte perché sono nel loro elemento quando la politica si fa posturale e confrontazionale (i didn’t really understand what you mean by “Their element”). È il ballo comunque ad offrire il potenziale sociale maggiore il quale non può che essere rintracciato storicamente nell’era della disco. Le scene e sotto-scene della cultura Dance formano oggi un network radicato che i loro antagonisti a malapena percepiscono (i usea percieve better then vcomprhened, see if it fits) e ciò ha prodotto una forma culturale più elastica che nei loro predecessori degli anni ’70. Ad ogni modo, Il terreno culturale dei ’90 è stato ostile. L’epidemia dell’ A.i.d.s., la crescita della competizione neoliberista, la castrazione economica della classe operaia di colore e le restrizioni della “moral majority” di Belrusconi, Blair e Bush hanno minato le fondamenta della dance culture. In periodi come questo, tutto ciò può sembrare non intelligibile. Organizzata intorno a ritmo e sensazione più che testo e canzone, la cultura può arrivare a confrontarsi con le maggiori crisi politiche del giorno. Ancora, il ballo – molto probabilmente più del cinema, gli sport da stadio, il teatro o la chiesa – può funzionare come comunità non-competitiva, sperimentale, aperta e partecipativa, organizzata intorno al piacere progressivo. Riesaminando la disco potremo capire meglio il suo potere di liberazione.

Saggio originale di Tim Lawrence. Traduzione di Francesco WARBEAR Macarone Palmieri

“Party Time with David Mancuso and the Loft”. Placed, Germany, September 2007.

Introduction reprinted in Loops, 2, 2010, 85-91.

Introduction and interview published in Italian in Nero, 15, February/March 2008.

 

Like a soup or a bicycle or Wikipedia, the Loft is an amalgamation of parts that are weak in isolation, but joyful, revelatory and powerful when joined together. The first ingredient is the desire of a group of friends to want to get together and have some fun. The second element is the discovery of a room that has good acoustics and is comfortable for dancing, which means it should have rectangular dimensions, a reasonably high ceiling, a nice wooden floor and the possibility of privacy. The next building block is the sound system, which is most effective when it is simple, clean and warm, and when it isn't pushed more than a fraction above 100 decibels (so that people's ears don't become tired or even damaged). After that, the room should be decorated, with balloons and a mirror ball offering a cheap and timeless solution. And because the party might last a long time, and because some friends might be hungry, a healthy spread of food and drink should also be prepared. Finally ¾ and this really is the last thing to get right, and can only follow once everything else is in place ¾ the friends will need someone to bring along some dance records. After that, it's party time.

All of these parts were assembled at 647 Broadway, in the abandoned NoHo district of New York City, when David Mancuso hosted a Valentine's Day party in his loft in February 1970. That party, which soon became known as the Loft, wasn't so much a moment of inception, or the point from which all subsequent events can be traced, as a moment of synthesis in which a number of practices and experiences, some of which can be traced back to a much earlier period, came together in a new form. The children's home where David was taken straight after he was born suggested that families could be extended yet intimate, unified yet different, and precarious yet strong. Sister Alicia, who took care of David and put on a party with balloons and food and records whenever she got a chance, suggested the Loft from another time and space. The psychedelic guru Timothy Leary, who invited David to his house parties and popularised a philosophy around the psychedelic experience that would inform the way Mancuso selected records, was another resonant figure. Co-existing with Leary, the civil rights, the gay liberation, feminist and the anti-war movements of the 1960s were manifest in the egalitarian, come-as-you-are ethos and rainbow coalition demographics of the Loft. And the Harlem rent parties of the 1920s, in which economically underprivileged African American tenants put on evenings to help fend off their landlords, established a template for putting on a private event that didn't require a liquor or cabaret license (and could accordingly run all night because they lay beyond the control of New York's licensing authorities). These streams headed in a multiplicity of directions before meeting at 647 Broadway in February 1970.

The February party didn't have a name, but the homemade invitations carried the line "Love Saves the Day". A short three years after the release of "Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds", the coded promise of acid-inspired things to come was easy to unpick for those in the know, although in this instance Beatles gobbledygook was exchanged with a commitment to universal love. The invitations also reproduced an image of Salvador Dali's "The Persistence of Memory", which now looks like another cryptogram, but didn't resemble one at the time because David hadn't yet had his latent childhood memories of Sister Alicia jogged into Technicolor revelation. Of course the image of Dali's melting clocks wasn't simply random: David was offering his guests the chance to escape the violence and oppression of everyday life, and the idea of entering into a different dimension of time, in which everyone could leave behind their socialised selves and dance until dawn, was intended. "Once you walked into the Loft you were cut off from the outside world," says David. "You got into a timeless, mindless state. There was actually a clock in the back room but it only had one hand. It was made out of wood and after a short while it stopped working."

When David's guests left the Valentine's Day party they let him know that they wanted him to put on another one soon, and within a matter of months they had become a weekly affair. Inasmuch as anyone knew about the events ¾ and few did because they were never advertised, being private house parties ¾ they acquired a reputation for being ultra hip, in part because 647 Broadway was situated in the ex-manufacturing district of downtown New York where nobody but a handful of artists, composers, musicians, sculptors, video film makers and dedicated bohemians had thought about living. They moved in because the district's abandoned warehouses offered a spectacular space in which to live, work and socialise, and the inconvenience of having to hide the kitchen, bedroom and bathroom from view (in order to avoid the punitive searches of the city's building inspectors) turned out to be an innovative way to free up space in order to do things that weren't related to cooking, sleeping and washing. Outside, the frisson of transgression was heightened by the fact that there was no street lighting to illuminate the cobbled streets, and because David didn't serve alcohol, he was able to keep his parties going until midday, and sometimes even later, long after the city's bars and discotheques had closed. "Because I lived in a loft building, people started to say that they were going to the Loft," remembers David. "It's a given name and is sacred."

From the beginning, David looked for ways to improve his sound system because he was convinced this would result in a more musical and intense dance floor experience. He began to invest in audiophile technology and asked sound engineers to help him build gear, including tweeter arrays and bass reinforcements, which David would tweak during the course of the party, sending shivers down the spines of revellers. Yet by the time they come to dominate the increasingly popular discotheque scene of the 1970s, David concluded such add-ons interfered unnecessary with his audiophile set-up and resorted to purchasing increasingly esoteric equipment, including Mark Levinson amplifiers and handcrafted Koetsu cartridges, which he combined with his Klipschorn speakers. "I had the tweeters installed to put highs into records that were too muddy but they turned into a monster," explains David. "It was done out of ignorance. I wasn't aware of Class-A sound, where the sound is more open and everything comes out."

Like the space, the legal set-up and the buffet, the sound system was introduced in order to assist the party dynamic, and as David relentlessly fine-tuned his set-up, the dancing became more free flowing and intense. "You could be on the dance floor and the most beautiful woman that you had ever seen in your life would come and dance right on top of you," says Frankie Knuckles, a regular at the Loft. "Then the minute you turned around a man that looked just as good would do the same thing. Or you would be sandwiched between the two of them, or between two women, or between two men, and you would feel completely comfortable." Facilitating a sonic trail that was generated by everyone in the room, David picked out long, twisting tracks such as Eddie Kendricks "Girl, You Need A Change of Mind" and War "City, Country, City"; gutsy, political songs like the Equals "Black Skinned Blue Eyed Boys" and Willie Hutch "Brother's Gonna Work It Out"; uplifting, joyful anthems such as Dorothy Morrison "Rain" and MSFB "Love Is the Message"; and earthy, funky recordings such as James Brown "Give It Up or Turnit a Loose" and Manu Dibango "Soul Makossa". Positive, emotional and transcendental, these and other songs touched the souls of dancers and helped forge a community.

The influence of the Loft spread far and wide. At the end of 1972 a Broadway regular set up a similarly structured party for an exclusive white gay clientele called the Tenth Floor, which in turn inspired the establishment of Flamingo, the most influential white gay venue of the 1970s. Objecting to the elitist nature of Flamingo's so-called "A-list" dancers, another Loft regular founded 12 West, which was intended to create a more democratic party environment for white gay men. As all of this was unfolding, another Loft regular, Nicky Siano, set up his own Loft-style venue called the Gallery where he mimicked David's invitation system, hired David's sound engineer, and also borrowed a fair chunk of David's dance crowd when the Broadway party closed for the summer of 1973. Richard Long and Mike Stone's SoHo Place along with Michael Brody's Reade Street also drew heavily on David's template. And when both of those parties were forced to close, Brody opened the Paradise Garage, which he positioned as an "expanded version of the Loft", and invited Richard Long, considered by some to be New York's premier sound engineer, to build the sound system. Meanwhile Richard Williams, another Loft regular, moved to Chicago and opened a Loft-style venue called the Warehouse. Having grown up on the dance floor of the Loft, Larry Levan and Frankie Knuckles went on to become the legendary DJs at the Garage and the Warehouse, where they forged the contours of what would come to be called garage and house music. Other spinners such as Tony Humphries, François Kevorkian and David Morales look back on the Loft as an inspirational setting. The Loft, in other words, was an incubator.

Like any party host, David has had to face some unexpected hitches during his thirty-eight year journey. In June 1974 he moved into 99 Prince Street after he was pressured into leaving his Broadway home, and ten years later he bought a promising building in Alphabet City, only to see the neighbourhood slide into a virtual civil war instead of receive moneys promised for regeneration. By the time David was forced to leave a space he was subletting on Avenue B towards the end of the 1990s, things were beginning to look inescapably grim. But before he was vacated that particular space, David received invitations to travel first to Japan and then to London. Initially reluctant to put on a party outside his home, David accepted both offer, and although he experienced some problems, he ended up returning to both Japan and London in order to team up with other groups of friends who wanted to put on regular events. As he went about this work, David stuck to the principles that have driven him from day one: be faithful to your friends, find a good space for a party, seek out the best sound equipment available, and say "thank you" when you're invited into someone's home. In the process, David drew on the life shaping experience of his orphan childhood to realise a profound philosophical lesson: homes can be built wherever you put down roots and build relationships. Returning again and again to Japan and London, David realised his own universal vision, which was previously constricted to New York, but has now captured the imagination of partygoers across the globe.

Shortly after making his first trips to Japan and London, David also hit upon a hall in the East Village that has become the new home of the Loft, and although the parties are now held on holidays rather than a weekly basis, David is convinced the dance floor is as vibrant and energetic as ever. The fact David doesn't live in the space is a little inconvenient in that he has to set up his sound system each time he plays, but even though he doesn't sleep in the hall, he's also more comfortable in his current space than any of his previous homes. "It's in the heart of the East Village, which was where I always used to hang out," he says. "I might have lived on Broadway, but for the other five or six days I was in the East Village. This is where I've been hanging out since 1963. My roots are there. My life is connected to the area." Forging new roots and connections, grandparents have started to dance with their grandchildren on the floor of the New York Loft.

Thanks to David's longevity and belated recognition as a seminal figure in the history of New York dance culture, it has become easy for partygoers to assume that the Loft has come to resemble a nostalgia trip for the halcyon days of the 1970s and early 1980s. Since February 1970, however, David has always played a mixture of old and new music, and he continues to mix it up in a similar way to this day. New faces in Japan and London might arrive expecting a trip down disco alley, but that's not what they get, because the party isn't a fossil-like impression of what it used to be. Throughout, David has remained committed to selecting records that encourage the party to grow as a musically radical yet never musically negative community. This sonic tapestry can sometimes sound strange to dancers who have become accustomed to a political climate in which communities are dismantled in favour of materialistic individualism and capitalist-nationalist wars, but the countercultural message is persuasive. "After a while the positive vibe and universal attitude of the music was too much for me, but this moment of hesitation and insecurity only lasted for a few minutes," commented a dancer after one party. "Then all the barriers broke and I reached the other side. Like a child, I stopped caring about what other people might think and reached my essence, through dancing."

Confronted by the tendency of partygoers to worship at his DJing feet, even though he has never considered himself a DJ and is resolute that this kind of attention detracts from the party, David positions the turntables as close to the entrance as possible so that dancers see the floor and not the booth as they enter the room. In a similar move, he also arranges the speakers so they will draw dancers away from the booth and towards the centre of the floor. Yet in London (much more so than in New York) dancers tend to face David, even though the effect is the equivalent of sitting with one's back to the orchestra at a concert. And at the end of these parties dancers applaud as if he's some kind of saviour, when in fact he's a guy who helps put on parties and tries to read the mood of the floor as the "sonic trail" unfolds. Reinforced by a cultural environment that encourages crowds to seek out iconic, authoritative, supernatural leaders, the adulation makes David deeply uncomfortable. "I'm a background person," he says.

Even if utopias can't be built without a struggle, and can never be complete, the mood at all of these parties is thrilling to behold. The floors outside New York might benefit from believing more in themselves, yet much of their applause is directed towards the music, as well as the surprisingly rare joy of being able to dance among friends in an intimate setting. That feeling has come about because, after years of dancing together, people now recognise each other to the extent they are entirely comfortable about welcoming in new faces. "It's unbelievable," said a female dancer who came to her first London party with her two daughters. "The people here ¾ they make eye contact!" Eye contact might not be very fashionable, but then the Loft isn't about fashion. Rather, it's about putting on a party with friends. And because it doesn't follow trends, it's been able to outlast every other party in the ephemeral (yet eternally hopeful) world of dance.

 

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"Review of 'Hot Stuff: Disco and the Remaking of American Culture' by Alice Echols". Journal of Popular Music Studies, 23, 2, June 2011.

Following the powerful discrediting of disco across 1979, close to two decades passed before anyone published a book on the culture. Then, unfolding in fairly quick succession, Anthony Haden-Guest authored the Studio 54-centric The Last Party (1997), Alan Jones and Jussi Kantonen traced the genre’s best-known artists in Saturday Night Forever (1999), Bill Brewster and Frank Broughton dedicated two chapters to the era’s DJs in Last Night A DJ Saved My Life (1999), Mel Cheren penned the autobiographical My Life and the Paradise Garage (2000), I published my own account as Love Saves the Day: A History of American Dance Music Culture, 1970-79 (2003), and Peter Shapiro followed with Turn the Beat Around: The Secret History of Disco (2005). Even in 2005, Shapiro’s subtitle seemed a little melodramatic given that so much of the story had been told, yet that didn’t prevent Alice Echols, a professor of American Studies and History at Rutgers University, from beginning to research disco “in earnest” (xii) that same year. Hot Stuff: Disco and the Remaking of American Culture, published by W.W. Norton & Company in 2010, is the result. Once dubbed a “dreaded musical disease” by the backlash brigade (Love Saves the Day, 374), disco has evidently regained something of its contagiousness.

Echols (xvi-xxii) begins by describing the time she worked as a DJ in a Michigan discotheque shortly after the peak of the disco sucks campaign, and notes how the anecdote brings attention to disco as it unfolded outside of New York. But instead of developing that line of research, which remains the untold story of disco, she turns to a series of familiar themes, including the impact of “feminism, gay rights, and the struggles of racial and ethnic minorities” (xxiii), disco’s “one-Nation-under-a-thump impulse” (xxiii), disco’s “assault on the rules of rock music” (xxvi), disco’s “slick” and “synthetic” aesthetic (xxvi), disco’s “promiscuous and omnivorous” (xxix) propensity to absorb other sounds, and disco’s broadening of the “contours of blackness, femininity, and male homosexuality” (xxv). Apparently aware that these perspectives coincide with the way earlier authors have framed disco, Echols concludes her introduction by questioning  the approach of earlier historians, or “disco revisionists,” who “in an effort to debunk the pervasive view of disco as crassly commercial, exclusionary, and politically regressive, have emphasized instead its subcultural purity, democratic beginnings, and transgressive practices,” which have in turn created their “own distortions” (xxvi).

Hot Stuff is organized into six chapters. The first recounts how soul, R&B, funk, soul, and European imports formed the foundation of what would come to be known as disco. The second outlines the impact of the Stonewall Inn, the Stonewall rebellion, and gay liberation groups on the opening of gay dance venues. The third traces the position of women and in particular the female diva in disco. The fourth continues the gay male thematic of the second, focusing on the rise of macho culture, the novelistic evocation of male gay disco, and the articulation of gay male sensibilities in disco. The fifth retells the story of Saturday Night Fever and the Bee Gees. And the sixth, describes the post-Saturday Night Fever commercial expansion of disco. Some narrative glitches emerge, such as the moment Echols discusses the onset of AIDS before she addresses Saturday Night Fever and the subsequent explosion of disco, but overall the writing is dextrous, engaging, and sophisticated.

Echols develops several important arguments. She explores the link that existed between funk and disco in greater depth than earlier chronicles, and in so doing sets up a powerful reply to authors who have argued that disco amounted to a watering down of that sound. She goes on to provide a detailed account of the dance floors of the Stonewall Inn and the Firehouse, and argues that even if the Stonewall rebellion of June 1969 didn’t directly inspire disco, it nevertheless created a general climate of liberation that fed into what followed. She adds depth to the argument that disco went much further than rock in foregrounding female desire, and develops her point with eloquent case studies of Chaka Khan, Labelle, and Donna Summer. “The seventies were the decade of the Big O, the female orgasm,” she notes (78) in a characteristically forthright and witty aside. She also maintains that earlier critics have wrongly maligned Saturday Night Fever for being a regressive film, and expands on Barbara Ehrenreich’s argument that Saturday Night Fever was written as a critique of masculinity to develop her point. “The hotness of seventies’ disco doesn’t just refer to its raunchiness or its rhythmic drive; it also signifies its politically incendiary quality,” she concludes with gusto (239).

Less convincingly, Echols refers repeatedly to the erroneous ways of the so-called “disco revisionists” who have attempted to rescue disco’s name by overemphasizing its radical roots and underestimating the potential of its commercial articulation. Because the job of the historian is to revise the past, the very evocation of the notion of revisionism indicates that the historians in question have done more revising than is appropriate, yet the critique is never deployed consistently because Hot Stuff traces a similar arc, admiring the way disco “snuck up on America”--here and throughout the reference is to the United States--“like a covert operation” (1) and “lingered below the radar” (2) before questioning the integrity of the “absolutely generic disco that record companies were cranking out” (211) across 1978 and 1979. The closest Echols comes to complicating the perspective of the revisionists is when she discusses Saturday Night Fever, but even if she is right in her ultimately contestable claim that the film’s challenge to established gender roles is progressive, there can be no doubting that the film popularized a model of the culture that elided the core demographic groups of early disco as well as the dance floor dynamic they helped establish--and that has always been the key point made by the “revisionists.”

Echols undermines her critique of the disco revisionists further by asserting that the culture’s two most important early venues, the Loft and the Sanctuary, were gay venues. Such claims were once the stuff of hurried journalism, and prop up the “straw man” binary model Echols is so keen to contest, but she returns to them to support her argument that the Stonewall rebellion was the key precursor to disco. Echols doesn’t interview anyone who went to the Loft or the Sanctuary--of six interviewees, she quotes from only one (Nona Hendryx of Labelle) in an otherwise quote-rich book--but cites two eyewitnesses to make her point, one per venue, even though these accounts were known to and ultimately contested by the “revisionists” because numerous other protagonists insisted upon the rainbow coalition complexion and ethos of the crowds that congregated there. In these and other instances, Echols displays an overeager desire to pick an argument where none really exists, and this becomes most problematic when she flips the research of the “revisionists” and uses it as evidence against them.[i] An otherwise rich, nuanced, and intelligent book is let down by the apparent desire of a critic to create academic space for an original argument in a surprisingly crowded field.

 

[i] Regarding Love Saves the Day (henceforth LSD) Echols (68) describes to me as a revisionist historian who is so “anxious to prove disco’s underground bona fides” I ignore complicating elements such as the exclusionary door policy of the Tenth Floor, even though I critique the Tenth Floor extensively in LSD (78-81). Echols (155) also notes that I adopt “a two-tier schema of ‘good’ gay disco versus ‘bad’ mainstream disco,” and quotes (156) disco commentator Vince Aletti’s comment that disco aficionados “were ready to be recognized” before she adds that disco revisionists “invariably disparage as conformist and politically regressive the new audience that Aletti was looking to win over.” However, the Aletti quote is drawn from LSD, where I have him explain how disco’s pioneers “wanted to spread their radical message” (LSD, 116). Echols (156) also maintains I consider the “commercial disco scene” to be “driven by faddish, hedonistic fashion,” but that comment was made in relation to Le Club, an elitist, private members jet-set club of the early 1960s (LSD, 50). In instances that are too frequent to cite, I also point repeatedly to the commercial imperatives and regressive elements that could ran through “‘good’ gay disco,” to the progressive potential of “commercial” disco, and to the overlaps that confounded simplistic notions of any “two-tier schema” of the “good” and the “bad.”

 

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Brewster, Bill and Frank Broughton. Last Night A DJ Saved My Life: The History of the Disc Jockey. London: Headline, 1999.

Cheren, Mel. My Life and the Paradise Garage: Keep On Dancin'. New York: 24 Hours for Life, 2000.

Duberman, Martin. Stonewall. New York: Plume, 1994.

Echols, Alice. Hot Stuff: Disco and the Remaking of American Culture. New York, London: W.W. Norton & Company, 2010.

Fikentscher, Kai. "You Better Work!" Underground Dance Music in New York City. Hanover and London: Wesleyan University Press, 2000.

Haden-Guest, Anthony. The Last Party. Studio 54, Disco, and the Culture of the Night. New York: William Morrow and Company, 1997.

Jones, Alan, and Jussi Kantonen. Saturday Night Forever: The Story of Disco. Edinburgh: Mainstream Publishing, 1999.

Lawrence, Tim. Love Saves the Day: A History of American Dance Music Culture (1970-79). Durham and London: Duke University Press, 2003.

Shapiro, Peter. Turn the Beat Around: The Secret History of Disco. London: Faber and Faber, 2005.

 

 

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“Big Business, Real Estate Determinism, and Dance Culture in New York, 1980-88”. Journal of Popular Music Studies, 23, 3, 2011, 288-306.

Despite the late 1970s national backlash against disco, dance culture flourished in New York during the first years of the 1980s, but entered  a period of relative decline across the second half of the decade when a slew of influential parties closed. Critics attribute the slump to the spread of AIDS, and understandably so, for the epidemic devastated the city’s dance scene in a way that began with yet could never be reduced to numbers of lost bodies (Brewster and Broughton, Buckland, Cheren, Easlea, Echols, Shapiro). At the same time, however, the introduction of a slew of neoliberal policies—including welfare cuts, the liberalization of the financial sector, and pro-developer policies—contributed to the rapid rise of the stock market and the real estate market, and in so doing presaged the systematic demise of dance culture in the city. In this article, I aim to explore how landlords who rented their properties to party promoters across the 1970s and early 1980s went on to strike more handsome deals with property developers and boutique merchants during the remainder of the decade, and in so doing forged a form of “real estate determinism” that turned New York City into an inhospitable terrain for parties and clubs.1 While I am sympathetic to David Harvey’s and Sharon Zukin’s critique of the impact of neoliberalism on global cities such as New York, I disagree with their contention that far from offering an oppositional alternative to neoliberalism, cultural workers colluded straightforwardly with the broad terms of that project, as will become clear. 

The dance culture that I want to discuss can be traced back to the beginning of 1970, when parties such as the Loft and the Sanctuary pioneered the weekly practice of all night dancing that would go on to be labeled (somewhat problematically) “disco.”2 Initially off the radar, the movement became highly visible following the opening of Studio 54 in midtown Manhattan in April 1977 and the release of the movie Saturday Night Fever later that year. Disco achieved mainstream saturation across 1978—thousands of discotheques opened and the genre outsold rock—only for the combination of the overproduction of the sound and the slowdown in the US economy across 1979 to generate a homophobic, racist, and sexist backlash against the culture. Led by the Chicago radio DJ Steve Dahl, the anti-disco movement highlighted the angst felt by white straight men about their increasingly uncertain future, and their perception they were losing ground to gay men, women, and people of color (or the alliance of dispossessed citizens that lay at the heart of the 1970s dance network). The “disco sucks” campaign, then, captured the crisis that enveloped the United States as disillusioned citizens sought out scapegoats to blame for the exhaustion of the postwar settlement, and picked on discophiles along with 1960s countercultural activists for leading the country into a cycle of supposedly unproductive hedonism.3 However, while the consequences of the backlash were far-reaching in terms of the number of dance venues that closed down nationally, as well as the cuts that were executed in disco departments across the music industry, New York City’s dance network was largely unaffected, and the independent record company sector that served it only temporarily troubled.

Downtown’s private parties survived with ease. “I read about ‘disco sucks’ in the paper and that was it,” comments David Mancuso, host of the Loft, the original downtown private party. “It was more of an out-of-New York phenomenon. New York was and remains different to the rest of the States, including Chicago. Out there they had this very negative perception of disco, but in New York it was part of this mix of cultures and different types of music.”4 Opened in stages across 1977 and 1978 as an expanded version of the Loft, the Paradise Garage thrived alongside Mancuso’s spot, especially when owner Michael Brody turned Saturdays into a gay male night (with a female and straight presence), and maintained the already successful Friday slot as a mixed night. Flamingo, which catered to an elite white gay male crowd, and 12 West, which attracted a more economically diverse gay male membership, also prospered until the theater and bathhouse entrepreneur Bruce Mailman opened the Saint on the site of the old Fillmore East at the cost of $5,000,000 in September 1980. Sporting a spectacular planetarium dome above its dance floor, the Saint started to attract 3,000–4,500 dancers every Saturday from opening night onwards.

Public clubs proliferated across the same period. Among the new spots, the Ritz opened as a rock-oriented discotheque that showcased live bands, the colossal Bonds switched to a similar format when its original owners become embroiled in a tax scandal, Danceteria operated as a supermarket-style entertainment spot that dedicated separate floors to live music, DJing, and video, and the Pyramid Cocktail Lounge took off as bar and dance venue that prioritized new wave, performance art, and East Village drag. Forging a more overtly multicultural aesthetic, the Funhouse caught on around the same time when Jellybean Benitez was hired to DJ at the spot, and drew in a huge Italian and Latin crowd. A short while later, Ruza Blue’s Wheels of Steel night at Negril and then the Roxy offered a mix of funk, rap, electro, dance, and pancultural sounds. Meanwhile the Mudd Club continued to integrate elements of punk and disco in its mix of DJing, live music, art exhibitions, and fashion shows, and Club 57 maintained its spirited combination of whacky parties, performance art, and film screenings. A number of these spots displayed the work of Jean-Michel Basquiat, Futura 2000, Keith Haring, Kenny Scharf, and other young artists who could not find a way into SoHo’s already sedimented gallery scene, and gave them jobs if they needed to supplement their income.5 As such, they operated as inclusive, self-supporting communities that forged a cooperative ethos that contrasted with the neoliberal logic of exploitation, division, and maximum profit. 

Liberated by the decision of the major record companies to withdraw from dance along with the loosening up of audience expectations in the postdisco period, independent record companies such as Island, 99 Records, Prelude, Sleeping Bag, Sugar Hill, Tommy Boy, and West End also thrived across the early 1980s. Together they reestablished the position independent labels enjoyed in the mutually supportive network that defined the relationship between dance venues, dancers, and recording studios across much of the 1970s, and although few of their releases went on to achieve a national sales profile, the independents were able to thrive on locally generated club-based sales that would often run into the tens of thousands. Paradise Garage DJ Larry Levan enjoyed his most prolific and creative period as a remixer between 1979 and 1983, and along with figures such as Arthur Baker, Afrika Bambaataa, François Kevorkian, Shep Pettibone, and John Robie, Levan contributed to the creation of a chaotic, mutant milieu that drew the sounds of postdisco dance music, rock, dub, and rap into a sonic framework that was increasingly electronic. 

While late 1970s disco producers recorded within the constraints of an increasingly demarcated and rigid format, early 1980s dance producers conjured up cross-generic combinations that drew explicitly from rock, dub, and rap. In the case of “Don’t Make Me Wait” by the Peech Boys, bandleaders Michael de Benedictus and Larry Levan introduce cluster storms of echo- heavy electronic handclaps around which a thick, unctuous bass line splurges out massive blocks of reverberant sound, vocalist Bernard Fowler channels soul music’s routinized theme of sexual attraction through the erotically charged, transitory environment of the Garage floor, and guitarist Robert Kasper plays hard rock. On another contemporaneous release, David Byrne’s “Big Business” explores the connections that ran between new wave, funk and dance while delivering elliptical lyrics that appeared to warn against the country’s rightwards shift. “Over time disco became less freeform and more of a formula, and the arrangements also became less interesting,” notes Mancuso of the shifting sonic terrain. “There were fewer and fewer good records coming out. It was obvious there would have to be a change. People didn’t want a set of rules. They wanted to dance.”

 

Neoliberalism and Downtown Culture 

The shift to a neoliberal agenda can be traced back to the moment when the banking sector began to exert an explicit grip on New York in the mid-1970s. Unable to repay its short-term debts as a result of the decline of its industrial manufacturing sector and the flight of white taxpayers, New York’s government was compelled to strike a harsh deal that led to 65,000 redundancies, a wage freeze, welfare and services cuts, public transport price hikes, and the abolition of free tuition fees at the City University in return for a bailout (Newfield and Barret 3). In the eyes of free-marketeers, the city that had come to symbolize the intractable waste of the 1970s became a model of neoliberal adventure. “The management of the New York fiscal crisis pioneered the way for neoliberal practices both domestically under Reagan and internationally through the IMF in the 1980s,” comments David Harvey in A Short History of Neoliberalism. “It established the principles that in the event of a conflict between the integrity of f inancial institutions and bondholders’ returns on the one hand, and the well-being of the citizens on the other, the former was to be privileged. It emphasized that the role of government was to create a good business climate rather than look to the needs and well-being of the population at large” (48). 

A committed Carter supporter, Mayor Ed Koch had little choice but to accept the environment of extreme financial restraint when he assumed office in 1978. Yet rather than emphasize his opposition to the settlement, or seek to introduce policies that would support the poor rather than the interests of large corporations, Koch embraced the fiscal restraints imposed on New York City with the zeal of a born-again bank manager. As Jonathan Soffer notes in his biography of Koch, the mayor’s inaugural speech “reflected a neoliberalism that was far more concerned with ‘business confidence’ than with aff irmative action,” and concluded that the “city had been too altruistic for its own good, leading to mistakes ‘of the heart’” (146). Koch made gentrif ication “the key to his program for New York’s revival,” adds Soffer (146), and went on to construct a governing coalition of “real estate, f inance, the Democratic Party machine, the media, and the recipients of city contracts,” comment Jack Newfield and Wayne Barrett (3). Struggling with the burden of a $1.8 billion debt in 1975, the city went on to produce a budget surplus ten years later thanks to strong economic growth. “At the same time,” note Newf ield and Barrett, “the poor were getting poorer, for the boom of the 1980s bypassed whole chunks of the city” (4). 

At the national level, Jimmy Carter preempted Reagan’s embrace of neoliberalism by introducing deregulation into not only the gas, oil, airline, and trucking sectors, but also the increasingly powerful banking sector (this via the Depository Institutions Deregulation and Monetary Control Act of 1980). Adding electoral positioning, revisionist history, the conviction of class interests, and affective reassurance to the mix, Reagan delivered a series of speeches and policy statements that aligned him with the so-called traditional voting constituencies that Carter had failed to favor: he characterized the countercultural coalition of the late 1960s as the cause of the country’s demise during the 1970s; he seized on policy developments around deregulation and welfare cuts not as a requirement but as an opportunity to unleash market-driven wealth at the expense of greater equality; and he embodied a form of brill-creamed 1950s conservatism that reassured many that these radical economic and social changes would help reestablish the country to its supposedly golden past.6 William K. Tabb maintains in The Long Default that the Reagan administration became “merely the New York scenario” of the 1970s “writ large” (15), the main difference being that Reagan lacked Koch’s progressive instincts around healthcare, gay rights, and other so-called liberal issues. 

Along with the wave of artists, choreographers, composers, ex- perimental video filmmakers, musicians, performance artists, sculptors, and writers who gravitated to downtown New York during the 1960s and 1970s, the party hosts and promoters who operated in the East Village, the West Village, and SoHo appeared to be threatened by these developments. After all, they moved to the area because space was cheap, which in turn meant they could live in a community that was organized around creative work that put a low value on commerciality. As a result, they pursued unlikely interdisciplinary and cross-media projects, exchanged favors around performances, valued ephemeral art over the production of objects that could be sold, and forged a network that was notable for its integration and level of collaboration. “Artists worked in multiple media, and collaborated, criticized, supported, and valued each other’s works in a way that was unprecedented,” notes Marvin J. Taylor in The Downtown Book . “Rarely has there been such a condensed and diverse group of artists in one place at one time, all sharing many of the same assumptions about how to make new art” (31).

If the probusiness, progentrif ication policies of Koch and Reagan broke up that network, it would have made sense for politicians and cultural producers to be strategically opposed to one another. However, Sharon Zukin argues in Loft Living: Cultural and Capital in Urban Change that in fact the cultural producers forged an alliance with real estate investors and the city government in order to drive out industrial manufacturers from SoHo and other loft-rich areas. “Before some of the artists were chased out of their lofts by rising rents, they had displaced small manufacturers, distributors, jobbers, and wholesale and retail sales operations,” Zukin writes. “For the most part, these were small businesses in declining economic sectors. They were part of the competitive area of the economy that had been out- produced and out-maneuvered, historically, by the giant f irms of monopoly capital” (5).7 Zukin adds: “The main victims of gentrif ication through loft living are these business owners, who are essentially lower middle class, and their work force” (6).8 Of the 1975 amendment to the Administrative Code of the City of New York, Zukin argues: “With J-51 [the amendment], the city administration showed its irrevocable commitment to destroying New York’s old manufacturing lofts” (13). And in the postscript to the UK publication of the book, published in 1988, Zukin concludes: “With hindsight, and with the bittersweet taste of gentrif ication on every urban palate, it is not so diff icult to understand the ‘historic compromise’ between culture and capital that loft living represents” (193). 

David Harvey develops the argument that cultural producers and capital colluded across the 1970s and 1980s in A Brief History of Neoliberalism. Indeed, Zukin notes that Harvey’s 1973 book Social Justice and the City inspired the analytical approach of Loft Living, and having written the introduction to that book, Harvey expounds on its central thesis; that far from being politically progressive, cultural workers became inseparable from the neoliberal project across the 1970s and 1980s. “The ruling elites moved, often factiously, to support the opening up of thecultural field to all manner of diverse cosmopolitan currents,” he writes, “The narcissistic exploration of self, sexuality, and identity became the leitmotif of bourgeois urban culture. Artistic freedom and artistic licence, promoted by the city’s powerful cultural institutions, led, in effect, to the neoliberalization of culture. ‘Delirious New York’ (to use Rem Koolhaas’s memorable phrase) erased the collective memory of democratic New York.” Harvey adds that a conservative distrust of the demographic make-up and outlook of artistic types caused ripples of dissent that were usually drowned out in the pursuit of prof it. “The city’s elites acceded, though not without a struggle, to the demand for lifestyle diversif ication (including those attached to sexual preference and gender) and increasing consumer niche choices (in areas such as cultural production),” adds Harvey/“New York became the epicentre of postmodern cultural and intellectual experimentation” (47).

Harvey’s and Zukin’s analysis is reasonable insofar as a number of cultural workers purchased their loft apartments and went on to make signif icant prof its on selling their properties, having contributed to the gentrif ication of the area. In addition, some went on to prof it from the market-led rejuvenation of New York’s economy through the sale of their works and the receipt of sponsorships from the benef iciaries of the neoliberal boom, from Wall Street brokers to public institutions that were charged with the role of marketing New York as a global center of cultural tourism. However, both Harvey and Zukin overstate the collusion inasmuch as only a tiny proportion of cultural workers could have moved downtown in order to participate in a self-conscious project of gentrif ication, while many lived in small apartments in the East Village because even the low rents of SoHo, TriBeCa, and NoHo were prohibitive. In addition, Harvey and Zukin underemphasize the experience of the vast majority of those workers, who were carved out of SoHo’s gallery economy from an early moment, and were compelled to leave the area in signif icant numbers when rents went up.9 While some of the work of the downtown artists was suitable for co-option by the sponsors of neoliberalism, a far greater proportion was grounded in collaborative, noncommodif iable practices that could not be sold in any straightforward way. Along with Harvey, Zukin mourns the shift from industrial to postindustrial capitalism, yet inexplicably attributes this to the existence of cultural workers when she argues that they “displaced” industrial manufacturers, or ousted them forcibly, even though the artists moved into empty lofts that had been evacuated by industry, either because those businesses had moved to areas that were more favorable than downtownNew York, or because they had succumbed to the national decline in the industrial sector. That could hardly be attributed to a relatively small group of cash-poor creative types. 

New York’s downtown dance scene might have been post-Fordist in its co-option of ex-industrial buildings, yet its core ritual was anything but neoliberal, rooted as it was in the anti-individualist ethos of the dance floor, where dancers abandoned the self in pursuit of collective pleasure, often in settings that encouraged the kind of “inter-class contact” advocated by Samuel R. Delany in his book Times Square Red, Times Square Blue (111). Indeed owners and promoters disregarded the prof it motive consistently, with David Mancuso and Michael Brody notable for spending huge sums of money in pursuit of perfect sound, Jim Fouratt and Rudolf Pieper for reinvesting Danceteria’s takings into risk-taking programs and costly interior redesigns, Bruce Mailman for seeking a degree of experiential perfection that left his investors dissatisfied, and so on. Moreover, whereas the arrival of artists contributed to the regeneration of SoHo and other downtown neighborhoods, the existence of dance venues, and in particular those that attracted a heavily gay and ethnic presence, was deemed to counter the gentrification process by local residents (who opposed Mancuso’s move from NoHo to SoHo, for example). Nor did neoliberal wealth trickle down to the protagonists of the New York dance scene. “All this money came into New York, and it was like, ‘Give all the money to the rich people and it will trickle down to the little guy.’ But that never happened,” notes Ivan Ivan, a DJ at the Mudd Club and Pyramid. “Money was coming into New York, but it was being enjoyed by a bunch of Wall Street guys doing blow, drinking champagne, and going to really fancy restaurants. It wasn’t really trickling down. Maybe some of the art world was getting some of that money, because these people had money to spend on art; but overall it was a pretty hairy time.” 

Opposing Reagan, the Mudd Club staged an ironic inaugural party, Danceteria mocked the bland conservatism of the government’s domestic vision, and venues such as the Loft and the Paradise Garage positioned themselves as safe havens for dancers who lived at the hard-end of economic, sexual, and ethnic discrimination. These and other spots were profoundly aware of the way their practices existed in relation to wider economic and political developments. “The Pyramid was an amalgam of glamour and the grungy surround that we lived in in the East Village,” explains Brian Butterick/Hattie Hathaway, a drag queen who worked and performed at the Pyramid. “We also had a very strong 1960s influence that ran through everything; we were hippyish, if you will, idealistic. But of course we were living in the age of Reagan, so I don’t know how long our idealism lasted. After a couple of years the timbre of the shows became very sarcastic.” Ann Magnuson, who performed regularly at Club 57, Danceteria, and the Pyramid, comments: “At the time, it was, ‘Well, [Reagan’s election] that’s fucked up, but we’re going to keep on doing what we do. People were still saying, ‘I’m not going to let this get me down, or change who I am. But the anger kept on brewing and brewing, and the anger informed everyone’s work and performances. There was a lot more ranting and a lot more screaming and frustration and darker imagery.” 

Most pointedly, party hosts and club promoters along with noncommercial creative workers were forced to confront the consequences of Koch’s drive to turn Manhattan into an oasis for property investment. “Between 1982 and 1985, sixty new off ice towers went up south of 96th Street,” write Newfield and Barrett. “Real estate values in gentrifying neighborhoods in Manhattan and Brooklyn went soaring, and the exodus of major corporations from New York was stopped. A new convention center was built, a half- dozen luxury-class hotels were financed with tax abatements, and tourism increased, injecting revenue into the Manhattan economy of theaters, hotels, and restaurants” (3–4). Concurrent property price inflation, which rocketed by 125% between 1980 and 1988 in New York City, priced many party hosts and club promoters out of large swaths of Manhattan, while tax abatements that totalled more than $1bn in “corporate welfare” left them full of resentment, as the following examples illustrate.10 

 

Real Estate Determinism, AIDS, and Social Division 

The Loft became a site of embattled struggle when David Mancuso left his 99 Prince Street location in June 1984 because his lease was about to expire and the building’s owner wanted to cash in on the rising value of the property market in SoHo. Mancuso could not afford to meet the landlord’s price, and, as a countercultural radical who was deeply committed to running an integrated and ethical party, would not have wanted to anyway, thanks to SoHo’s shift from a zone that encouraged artistic and social experimentation to one that was embedded in boutique consumerism and real estate mania. Mancuso had prepared for his exit by purchasing a building in Alphabet City, which was due to receive a significant government subsidy, but maintains that the move hit problems when the plans to regenerate the neighborhood were abandoned and the crack cocaine epidemic of the mid-1980s began to take hold. Mancuso lost a signif icant proportion of his crowd immediately, with many of his female dancers concerned about venturing into an area where it was so hard to catch a taxi home. Moreover, the very forces that persuaded Mancuso to move encroached on his ability to engage in activism. “It took a couple of years to see what damage Reagan was doing,” recalls the party host. “In 1982 I knew I had to move, and when I moved from Prince Street to Third Street a lot of things changed in my life that meant I couldn’t focus so much on politics. I was just trying to survive.” 

Danceteria was also priced out of the real estate market. For three years, the promoters just about met their expenses as they showcased fledging bands, helped pioneer the staging of art-oriented events in a pop setting, and reinvented the interior of the third and fourth floors at a furious rate. But in mid-1985 Alex Di Lorenzo, the property mogul owner of the building, who doubled as part owner of the venture, decided to rent his space out for more money than Rudolf Pieper and manager John Argento could afford. “Our lease was up and the owner of the building had partners who were not part of Danceteria, and were making money from real estate,” recalls Argento. “We rented the whole building for $1.20 per square foot and he [Di Lorenzo] was getting offers of $25 per square foot. His siblings pressed him to rent the building for more money.” A realtor purchased the lease for $600,000, and Pieper and Argento were among the benef iciaries, yet Pieper had no control over the outcome and took little pleasure from the development. “When Danceteria opened, 21st Street was in an abandoned neighborhood,” he recalls. “You could walk for blocks and not f ind anything open at night. Then, gradually, the excitement of New York brought in hordes of moneyed bores from the rest of the country and real estate prices went up. The club would have continued where it was had not some speculator come up with an offer. Now it’s a residential building with ‘apartments of unsurpassed luxury.’ How exciting.” 

The Saint closed a little under three years later, apparently due to AIDS, which struck the venue’s membership with particular force because the balcony area doubled as a feverish zone for promiscuous and often unprotected sex; indeed, early on AIDS was nicknamed “Saint’s disease” because the virus was so prevalent among the venue’s members (Shilts 149). Initially, the dance floor dynamic was not affected, largely because the venue’s long waiting list meant that sick and deceased members were replaced seamlessly, and also because the venue offered those who were sick or knew people who were sick with a chance to “dance their troubles away” (as the Saint DJ Robbie Leslie told me). But when turnout began to decline around the middle of the 1980s, Bruce Mailman opened the club to straight dancers on Thursdays and Fridays, and numbers caved in on Sundays as well during the venue’s f inal years.11 “The Fridays stopped and then Sundays became very, very thin towards the end of the 1980s,” comments dance floor regular Jorge La Torre. “I didn’t want to stop going, but when there weren’t enough people to get the party going and f ill the dance floor it wasn’t the same.” 

The AIDS epidemic placed signif icant emotional and economic pressure on Mailman, who became involved in a public dispute with Koch as he fought to maintain the right of gay men to regulate their own sexual practices in the Saint and the St. Mark’s Baths (which he also owned). “Because the circumstances have changed, because political opinion makes us bad guys, that doesn’t mean I’m doing something morally incorrect,” Mailman told the New York Times in October 1985 as the tussle unfolded. “In my own terms, my behavior is correct and I’ll do what I believe as long as I can do it” (Jane Gross). However, according to Terry Sherman, a Saint DJ who was close with Mailman, the Saint closed only when a real estate developer made Mailman an eight-f igure offer that would have at least doubled his initial investment, and the owner accepted, in large part to satisfy his investors, who had long expressed their frustration that the immense costs involved in running the club meant they had not seen a return on their outlay. “Bruce was very ambiguous about selling the club because he loved it so much and the last season (1987–88) was actually crowded again on Saturday nights,” says Sherman. “He did say to me, ‘Maybe I shouldn’t sell it this year.’” Although numbers dropped from the mid-1980s onwards, La Torre conf irms that “Saturday nights always had a sizeable crowd,” and the ensuing success of the Sound Factory, which opened in 1989 and attracted a huge white gay male crowd, illustrated that AIDS did not amount to the teleological, retributive conclusion of queer pleasure on the dance floor and beyond. As devastating as the AIDS epidemic was for the Saint community, the venue was sold in the final instance because Mailman also needed to satisfy a set of investors, and those investors wanted to see a return on their money that embroiled the venue in the neoliberal turn. 

For its part, the Paradise Garage became entangled in a perfect 1980s storm of gentrification, AIDS, and drug addiction. First the freeholder of the King Street location made it clear to owner Michael Brody that the venue’s ten-year lease would not be renewed when it expired in September 1987—because the empty parking lot that lay next to the Garage was about to be developed into an apartment block, and the new owner of that block along with the neighborhood association insisted that the club close down. “When Michael f irst got the lease there was no one living near the club,” notes David DePino, the alternate DJ at the Garage, and a close conf idant of Levan’s and Brody’s. “On the corner was a parking lot. Eight years later the lot was gone and in its place was a very big and expensive apartment building. The developer and the local neighborhood association wanted the club gone so they persuaded the landlord not to renew the lease.” DePino adds: “Neighborhood associations are powerful. It’s not something a landlord wants to have problems with.” Brody responded by searching out possible new sites, but contracted AIDS soon after and resolved he would not attempt to continue. Brody’s deteriorating relationship with Levan, his totemic DJ, helped him make his decision; always demanding, Levan had become extremely difficult to work with after he became addicted to heroin. 

The independent label sector also lost momentum across the mid- 1980s, in part because its representatives were squeezed out by the major labels, which were emboldened by the economic recovery, the commercial success of the CD format, and the marketing bonus provided by MTV. The majors proceeded to cherry pick dance acts such as D Train and France Joli, rip them out of their integrated networks, and mismanage them into producing albums that did not work locally or nationally. Across 1983 and 1984, the majors also started to offer remix commission to cutting edge dance figures such as Arthur Baker, Franc¸ois Kevorkian, and Jellybean, who found themselves working on an increasing number of rock and pop tracks that did not translate in a club context. At the same time, the closing of Danceteria along with the Mudd Club, Tier 3, and other spots that showcased live bands alongside DJs deprived labels such as 99 Records and ZE of their principal means of promotion. Both ground to a halt across 1983–84, and although this could be put down to a mix of exhaustion and misfortune, the mid-1980s did not produce a new wave of danceable punk-funk acts to replace the likes of the Contortions, ESG, Konk, and Liquid Liquid. Nor did a towering f igure emerge to replace Larry Levan when his heroin addiction hardened, or Shep Pettibone after he went on sabbatical in 1984. When Chicago house music started to arrive in the city during 1985, dance DJs embraced it hungrily, in part because by then the majors had succeeded in reclaiming control of dance music, which they flooded with a pop sensibility (Shepherd, 1984a, 1984b). 

The mid-1980s New York club-music milieu also fragmented as record companies and club owners attempted to target their offerings with greater precision. Whereas 1970s and early 1980s disco and dance had operated according to the principles of integration and assimilation, mid- 1980s rock and rap shifted away from polymorphous rhythm in favor of a heavier, more aggressive, more masculine aesthetic. The shifting terrain made it difficult for integrationist parties to survive, and Ruza Blue was ousted from the Roxy when the venue’s owner concluded that her vision was not sufficiently prof itable; soon after the venue along with rap music became more tightly def ined and heavily commodif ied as the MC-rapper displaced the DJ-integrator as hip hop’s emblematic f igure. “The management at the Roxy were clueless, and didn’t get what I was trying to do there,” comments Blue. “They started to book a lot of MCs and groups, and the scene became one-dimensional instead of three-dimensional. It became a bit violent and troublesome. There were mostly men in there. Not very exciting.” 

Across the same period, the pluralistic sound that could be heard in white gay venues across the 1970s and early 1980s congealed around a beautiful disco/Hi-NRG aesthetic, in part because the high cost of membership and entry to the Saint encouraged its regulars to reimagine themselves as individual consumers rather than participants in a fundamentally collective ritual, which in turn led a significant number to write hostile letters to Mailman when they felt less than overwhelmed at the end of a night. The flurry of letters appears to have contributed to the drug overdose that killed the venue’s most established DJ, Roy Thode, and it also led the sacking of George Cadenas, Wayne Scott, and the venue’s most unlikely DJ, Sharon White, a black lesbian who liked to “play outside the box” (as she puts it). These and other developments encouraged many of those who held onto their positions to eliminate risk from their selections, which in turn led to an aesthetic stasis. The venue’s most popular DJ, Robbie Leslie, acknowledged as much when he told the New York Native in March 1984: “Music has evolved but New York’s gay market has faithfully held on to the romantic period of disco, which was 1978 through 1980. While we’ve all been dancing to that, we haven’t noticed that there are a lot of records being produced that over the past couple of years we’ve ignored because they haven’t f it into the mold that the audience has demanded” (Mario Z). When house music broke into New York in 1985, Saint DJs (with the partial exception of Terry Sherman) rejected it outright. Looking back, Leslie comments: “Overall we were walking on a cliff edge musically at the Saint and product was running scarcer by the week. I felt a feeling of imminent disaster.”

Meanwhile the Garage, the Loft and successor parties continued to espouse a pluralist ethos, but the heightened segmentation of the market, which witnessed rock and rap shift away from dance, and Hi-NRG targeting female pop and gay male dance audiences, left them with little to play beyond house music. Some outfits attempted to blend the sounds of house and rap, but the experiment was short-lived. Politicized by the inherently divisive consequences of neoliberalism and the effects of the crack epidemic on the black community, black rappers, such as Chuck D of Public Enemy, came to see house as “elitist” and objected to the way it tried to “separate itself from the street” (in Chuck D’s words). Back in 1987, the perception that house music’s followers were not interested in addressing the most urgent concerns of the black community led Chuck D to address the issue in more incendiary terms and label the genre as “music for faggots” (Reynolds 49). In so doing, he drew attention to the broader failure of the black community to address the question of homophobia as well as the threat of AIDS, and he also gave expression to the corrosive effects of neoliberalism, which encouraged groups that had once sought out common ground to see each other in terms of opposition and even betrayal. 

“In the early ’80s, everything was progressive,” Bambaataa commented in an interview in 1994 (Owen 68). “People listened to funk, soul, reggae, calypso, hip hop all in the same place.” But by the late 1980s, continued Bambaataa, club culture resembled a form of “musical apartheid.” “If you wanted house music, you went to this club, reggae another club, and hip hop yet another club,” he added. In the early 1990s, significant proportion of the “gangsta” rap scene would go on to embrace the Hobbesian trajectory of neoliberalism, or the argument that the world was made up of individuals whose natural mode was one of warlike competition. “Reagan appealed to that American sense of individualism that was really tailor made for the hip hop generation,” comments Mark Riley, a regular at the Loft and the Paradise Garage who worked in the news department of WBLS and LIB. “I am therefore I am; greed is good; the accumulation of wealth is a worthy goal in life; to hell with everyone else.” 

The demographic make-up of New York’s clubs shifted in line with the times, with Area a case in point. Opened in the autumn of 1983 by four Californians who wanted to place the idea of art production at the center of their venture, the venue attracted a mix of creative and for the most part hard-up partygoers who were drawn to the ingenious revamping of the club’s interior theme every six weeks. The cost of this work was so expensive the downers are said to have never made a prof it, but a year or so into its existence Area started to attract a new kind of preppy club-goer, and within a couple of years this new type had taken over the space. A dominatrix doorwoman, barwoman, performing artist, and promoter whose boyfriend Johnny Dynell DJed at the club, Chi Chi Valenti notes: “At Danceteria there were one or two of them—they were hideous geeks with a tie. But by the end of Area there were so many of them they weren’t just an irritant, they were a threat, and I took it very personally.” The shift mirrored changes that were taking place in the demographic make-up of downtown, where many low-earning cultural workers were forced to leave due to the cost of rising rents. “When I got to New York [in 1978] my feeling was the most uncool thing you could be was rich,” recalls Ann Magnuson, a performance artist who ran Club 57. “Then what started happening was the most uncool thing you could be was poor, and it sort of switched like that very dramatically. It shifted for me when Reagan got into off ice for the second four years.” 

Koch introduced social policies that contributed to the city becoming a more stable and profitable investment prospect while making it much harder for clubs to operate. Falling in line with Reagan’s National Minimum Drinking Age Act, ratified in July 1984, the mayor raised the legal drinking age to 21 in December 1985, ostensibly to prevent college students from drinking and driving. Whatever the intent, the effect on clubs was regressive, because young dancers injected bodies and energy into the culture; interviewed in 1985, Rudolf Pieper referenced the drinking reforms as “the final nail” (Michael Gross). Feeding the panic that surrounded AIDS, Koch also rounded on the city’s gay sex clubs and bathhouses in the name of public health, closing the Mineshaft and the St. Mark’s Baths in rapid succession, even though public health would have been supported much more effectively by backing the numerous organizations—including the St. Mark’s Baths—that were educating vulnerable groups about the disease. 

In broad terms, capital fed off club and music culture while offering little in return. When party promoters and musicians sought out cheap spaces in nonresidential areas in order to go about their work in affordable ways, they paved the way for young, smart, cash-poor populations to experience the area, only for that movement to function as the precursor to gentrification. In a parallel development, the government started to highlight New York’s cultural legacy in an attempt to promote the city as a tourist attraction, only for this to lead to the spread of expensive hotels and restaurants that made New York a less livable place for the core populations most likely to contribute to the city’s cultural life. Cultural workers might have contributed to the process of gentrification and tourism, but their involvement was often unwitting given that they were simply seeking out affordable space thanks to their lack of income. Moreover, their presence did not cause gentrif ication to happen, but simply enabled those with more money to move into the area and escalate property prices. Party hosts and club promoters were caught up in the same stream of developments, and their radically reduced presence in downtown New York across the 1980s speaks to the way rising property prices benefited owners and investors at the cost of those who wanted to undertake the simple act of congregating on a dance floor. 

Buttressed by the introduction of socially conservative policies around zoning and other policing matters, the further embedment of neoliberal policies supporting the deregulation of the banking sector and property investment across the 1990s and 2000s has reduced the number of places where dancers can head out to such an extent that the regressive period of the late 1980s now resembles a period of wild opportunity. Indeed, the city’s retail, property, and corporate interests have become so embedded that even the dip in the real estate market that followed the banking crisis of late 2008 failed to augur a mini-revival in dance culture. As a result, a generation of teenagers and adults has grown up with few opportunities to dance beyond the comparatively constrained environments of social dance forms such as ballroom and the tango. Within this context, the highlighting of an era when collective, freestyle dance parties were numerous and vibrant reveals not only what New York once was, but also what it can become. The critique of the role played by neoliberal economics and politics in the culture’s collapse brings to the fore the sometimes-obfuscated business and policy agenda that surely must be challenged if an alternative urban environment is to flourish once again.

 

Notes 

1. I am indebted to Jonathan Sterne for suggesting the phrase “real estate 

determinism” after hearing an earlier version of this article at the EMP Pop Music 

Conference at UCLA on February 26, 2011. My use of the “determinism” moniker 

is not intended to suggest that the economic dictates everything around it, including 

the cultural, but instead to draw attention to the way the cultural occurs within the 

milieu of the economic. 

2. Disco historians, such as Alice Echols and Peter Shapiro, refer to 1970s 

dance culture as “disco,” but the culture was motored by private parties as well 

as public discotheques, from which so-called disco culture got its name in 1973.

Indeed, the private party network was arguably more influential than its public 

discotheque counter part for much of the 1970s, which is a case I make in Love 

Saves the Day (Lawrence). In addition, the DJs who helped forge disco began their 

work in 1970, some three years before the “disco” term was coined, and during 

this pre-disco period and after drew on a wide range of danceable sounds that 

included but was never reducible to the generic style that came to be known as 

disco. Therefore, while “disco” works as a neat description of 1970s dance culture, 

it obfuscates its richness. 

3. I outline the relationship between the slowdown in the US economy, 

the backlash against disco, and the rise of the Republican right in Love Saves the 

Day (Lawrence 363–80). An equivalent argument has been made by Peter Shapiro 

(227–32) and Alice Echols (205–15). 

4. All interviews conducted with the author unless otherwise stated. I am 

grateful to John Argento, Ruza Blue, Brian Butterick/Hattie Hathaway, Chuck D, 

David DePino, Ivan Ivan, Jorge La Tor re, Robbie Leslie, Ann Magnuson, David 

Mancuso, Rudolf Pieper, Mark Riley, Ter ry Sherman, Chi Chi Valenti, and Sharon 

White, all of whom I quote in this article. In addition to these interviews, this 

article is based on interviewing and archival work (car ried out for a forthcoming 

monograph on New York dance culture in the f irst half of the 1980s) that is too 

extensive to cite here. 

5. By default, they also provided these employees, their friends and their 

peers with a premobile phone, preinternet space in which they could congregate, 

exchange ideas, and plan projects. 

6. Regarding the importance of affect, Laurence Grossberg (253, 268) 

maintains that Reagan was able to popularize a new conservatism because he 

“embodied the sentiment, passion and ideology of the new conservatism,” and 

“placed himself within the popular” both “rhetorically” and “socially.” 

7. My emphasis. 

8. My emphasis. 

9. Indeed even larger numbers did not live in a loft in the f irst place, because 

apartments in the downtrodden East Village were considerably cheaper. 

10. The inflation figures are sourced from http://www.forecast-chart.com/ 

estate-real-new-york.html. Accessed Feb. 26, 2011. Soffer (259) provides the tax 

abatement details. 

11. The introduction of straight nights is noted in “Saint Says ‘No’” 1. In 

an interview with Dar rell Yates Rist published in May 1988, Bruce Mailman noted

that Saturdays were attracting something closer to 1,200–500 a week rather than 

the regular “3,000 week in, week out,” rising to “6,000” at some special parties 

(Yates Rist 18). 

 

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