“Lucky Cloud Sound System”. i-D, December 2008.

Lucky Cloud Sound System. Photograph by Guillaume Chottin.

Lucky Cloud Sound System. Photograph by Guillaume Chottin.

Lucky Cloud Sound System is rooted in the ethos of the house party, the social potential of audiophile equipment, and the willingness of David Mancuso to travel to London to put on parties four times a year. The first of those parties was held in the upstairs attic of the Light Bar, a converted power station located in the southeast corner of Shoreditch, in June 2003. A little under three years later, Lucky Cloud came into formation (as clouds do). What happened in-between resembled the tweaking of a sound system inasmuch as the adjustments appeared to be slight, but the consequences were far reaching.

The beginning of the London parties can be traced back to the moment in 1998, when David took up a longstanding offer to put on an event in Japan in order to help him purchase the space he was renting on Avenue B. That purchase fell through, but enough good things came out of the Japanese trip to persuade David he could recreate the conditions of a house party outside of his own home, as long as he worked with friends and held onto core principles. After that, David approached Colleen Murphy, who had played at the Loft and was now living in London, along with myself. “But I don’t have any experience working as a promoter,” I told David. “Exactly,” he replied.

David had played in London once before when he was invited by David Hill of Nuphonic Records to play at the launch of David Mancuso presents the Loft — David Mancuso’s compilation for Nuphonic, which was released in 1999. Held at 93 Feet East, the party was a huge success, and having been invited to write the sleeve notes for the compilation, I took my friend and colleague Jeremy Gilbert along as my guest. That became Jeremy’s first taste of the potential of a Loft-style party, and when it became clear that Nuphonic weren’t going to stage a second event, Jeremy turned to me and suggested we invite David over ourselves. The comment was made shortly after David approached me about putting on a party in London — because David wanted to return — and was also without any knowledge of David’s proposal. In other words, serendipity struck, and having hesitated after David’s initial approach, it became easy to imagine putting on a party as part of a team with Jeremy and Colleen.

Along with Adrian Fillary (who organised the décor at 93 Feet East) and Nikki Lucas (who worked with Colleen in Bitches Brew), we followed the Loft set-up as faithfully as possible as we went about putting on our first party. Invitations went out to friends and friends of friends; the room was decorated with hundreds of balloons; a buffet, iced water and the cloakroom were included in the price; kids were invited to join us for the first couple of hours; and we hired the most musical sound system available. But although revellers danced hard on a talc-coated floor, there was work to be done, because we hadn’t been able to get hold of the kind of equipment David wanted to use, while the sound company reps who set up the system struggled to grasp the no-mixer, no-equaliser simplicity of David’s stereo philosophy.

After twenty-one months of borrowing and saving, we purchased a pair of Technics-1100 turntables fitted with Koetsu tone arms and cartridges, and when it became clear our ongoing hire costs had hardly been dented, we converted those expenses into a five-year loan and bought the rest of our system, which included three sets of Klipschorn speakers. The warm and esoteric world of audiophile analogue sound beckoned, but stripped of the support of the sound company heavies, we also became more dependent than ever on the dancer-enthusiasts who worked at the parties. And so in the spring of 2006 we took the just and also logical step of inaugurating ourselves as a democratically organised sound system.

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Titled after an Arthur Russell song that evoked the warm, three-dimensional quality of our equipment, Lucky Cloud included Guillaume Chottin and Simon Halpin (who had already joined Colleen, Jeremy and myself in organising the day-to-day business) as well as the twenty-five volunteers who worked on the day of the parties. That work remains gruelling; the Light’s furniture is preposterously heavy, while the hulking-yet-delicate Klipschorns weren’t built to be lugged up the Light’s narrow stairwells. The collective status of Lucky Cloud has imbued everyone with a sense of ownership, however, and turnout at the regular meetings we hold between parties is high.

After five-and-a-half years of putting on “Journey Through the Light” parties with David, we have achieved a level of sonic and social equilibrium. Seasonal celebrations are staged four times a year around the solstices and equinoxes. A diverse group of dancers travel from all over the UK and Europe to form one of the friendliest crowds in town. And David picks out vinyl records according to the mood of the floor, keeping the volume at a fraction over 100dB to avoid ear fatigue. With the upstairs bar closed, and the warm sound contributing to an open atmosphere, the dance floor becomes the centre of a socially inclusive, sonically expansive universe for a seven-hour shindig.

Travelling to Japan and London three and four times a year respectively, David has developed such a settled international rhythm it has become strange to remember that, for the longest time, it seemed inconceivable he could put on a Loft-style party outside his own home, never mind New York. “I’m very proud to say that London has really got it together,” says David. “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.

 

Lucky Cloud Sound System: www.loftparty.org
The Loft:  www.theloftparty.com

 

Lucky Cloud Sound System 2008: Ilaria Bucchieri, Corinne Burlaud, Lili Capelle, David Carlton, Guillaume Chottin, Simon Coppock, Cyril Cornet, Claude Dousset, Estelle Du Boulay, Adrian Fillary, Jeremy Gilbert, Emma Halpin, Simon Halpin, Darren Henson, Hugh Herrera, James Hoggarth, Jo Kemp, Tim Lawrence, Cedric Lassonde, Fabien Lasonde, Jo Littler, David Mancuso, Iain Mckie, Pauline Moisy, Darren Morgan, Pete Morris, Colleen Murphy, Alex Pe Win, Alejandro Quesada, Sharon Reid, David Starsky, Tan Ur-Rehman, Elin Vister, Shannon Woo, John Zachau

 

“Discotheque: Haçienda”. Gut-Active Records, 2006.

Histories of UK club culture often tell the following story. Before the summer of 1987, rare groove ruled, beats-per-minute were slow and dance floor energy was low. Then a gaggle of London lads went to Ibiza, tasted the Ecstasy-dance cocktail, and carried on the party when they came back home. The "Summers of Love" of 1988 and 1989 that followed didn't so much mark a new twist in the evolution of Clubland as its year zero. As for the subterranean scenes that were already locked into black electronic dance music -- such as London's gay clubs or the intertwining dance networks of the north -- these were antiquarian sideshows that might be of passing historical interest, but had no impact on the main event: Ibiza and its euphoric, dry-ice aftermath.

The Balearic sun continues shine over UK dance even though, when looked at directly, it triggers in blurred vision. Narratives that cite Ibiza as year zero for UK dance should carry the following health warning: If you look towards Ibiza for too long, you are at risk of believing the much-repeated historical scam that white straight men discovered the world while on a colonial adventure. No doubt the bucket-and-spades tourists who travelled to Ibiza in the summer of 1987 were inspired by the drug-dance experience and wanted to spread the word. But UK dance didn’t in this way. Some sun block is in order.

Discotheque: The Haçienda allows us to begin a history of eighties dance at an earlier point in time. Instead of placing the Manchester venue as a subplot to the Ibiza-London narrative -- which is exactly how the venue has been positioned up until now --  it can be considered as the principal actor. And instead of asserting that black electronic dance music found its first foothold in the UK in the late 1980s -- which, again, is how the story has been told to date -- it can be seen to have perforated UK dance floors across an entire decade. The Haçienda might not have been the singular hub through which dance music was channelled in the 1980s, but it is difficult to think of a venue that can rival its influence.

The Haçienda grew out of a night (dubbed "Factory") that was launched in May 1978 by Tony Wilson, Alan Erasmus and Peter Saville in the Russell Club, later the PSV. Joy Division -- a local Manchester band managed by Rob Gretton that included Ian Curtis (vocals), Peter Hook (bass), Bernard Summer (guitar) and Stephen Morris (drums) -- appeared at Factory's fourth night, and soon after Wilson and Erasmus founded Factory Records. Joy Division appeared on the label's first release and rose to fame soon after. When Curtis committed suicide in May 1980, Summer, Hook and Morris regrouped as New Order, kept Gretton on as their manager and left for a muted tour of the States in September. During the trip they visited Danceteria, Hurrah's and the Paradise Garage. They returned with the dream of opening a New York-style club in Manchester.

Gretton became the key proponent of the idea and, whooshing like a transatlantic turbojet, told Wilson that Factory should loosen its ties with the Russell Club and invest in a venue of their own -- a space where New Order and other groups on Factory could perform and hang out. The hunt for a venue began in the second half of 1980 and, having considered the Tatler Cinema Club, the Factory team settled on an ex-yachting warehouse/showroom on Whitworth Street, just around the corner from the Russell Club. Deserted except for a handful of garages that operated out of the nearby railway arches, the location's air of Indie desolation now took on the hue of New York's downtown post-industrial nightscape. New Order and Factory became joint investors, with Whitbread Breweries persuaded to invest £140,00 to cover the outstanding costs.

As refurbishment began in October 1981, Gretton fell back on his live-gig instincts and argued for the bar to be positioned in the middle of the room so that the stage could oversee and dominate the space from the far end. Supported by designer Ben Kelly, who had been employed to manage the conversion, Wilson resisted the idea and Kelly went on to accentuate the building's industrial identity, introducing an iconography of the factory workplace through the highlighting of the building's structural columns, which were marked with hazard signs, warning stripes and luminous colours. Cat's eyes were dotted across the floor. When it was dark, they winked in the direction of New York.

As opening night approached, Mike Pickering was recruited to join the team. An old friend of Gretton's, the two reconnected when Pickering started to go to the Factory night at the Russell Club. Pickering moved to Rotterdam in 1979, shacked up with Gonnie Rietveld, formed an electronic dance band, Quando Quango, and put on an occasional night, "Rotterdam Must Dance" at HAL 4 in Utopia, a permanently squatted water cleaning facility. A series of Factory bands -- A Certain Ratio (alternatively known as ACR), Durutti Column and Section 25 -- were invited to appear at HAL 4 and at some point Gretton told Pickering about his venture. "He said, 'I'm opening this club in Manchester,'" remembers Pickering. "'You've got to come and help me!'" Pickering travelled to Manchester in mid-March with the mandate of booking groups and DJs.

It seems as though Tony Wilson came up with the "Haçienda" name. The etymological origins of the word can be traced to colonial Spain: "hacienda" is the now archaic term for a large house or farm where wealthy families live, with their servants employed on the land (in Latin America "haçienda", with a cedilla under the "c", has the same meaning). For Wilson, however, the name evoked Ivan Chtcheglov's 1953 Situationist manifesto on urban space, "Formulatory for a New Urbanism", where he developed the idea that space should be conceived as a mutable grey canvas that can be filled with anything. "You'll never see the Haçienda," wrote Chtcheglov. "It does not exist. The Haçienda must be built." According to Pickering, neither he nor Gretton -- who was lent the book by Wilson -- were particularly sold on the idea. Wilson ground them down with his motor mouth, boyish enthusiasm.

That enthusiasm was a little harder to maintain after the opening night on 21 May 1982. As the paint was still drying, punters wobbled along planks of wood and sheets of cardboard, wondering what the new venue was supposed to be about. The unlikely line-up of the quintessentially ethnic ESG and the unapologetically racist and sexist stand-up comedian Bernard Manning hardly helped clarify the matter. As light flooded through the building's skylights, it wasn't obviously a club space, and the venue's lamentable sound, which cost forty thousand pounds but had been botched by a series of inept consultants, added to the uncertainty. DJ Hewan Clarke's selections -- "the latest American imports" -- confirmed that the Haçienda was meant to be something other than Mancunian.

Clarke came from the black jazz scene, having played at the Reno before moving to Fevers, where he met Martin Moscrop and Simon Topping from ACR. Moscrop and Topping, "two white kids in a black club", invited the spinner to work for them as a warm-up DJ on their forthcoming tour, Clarke agreed, and while they were on the road the DJ started to chat with Wilson. They discovered a mutual admiration for Frankie Crocker, the groundbreaking DJ at WBLS in New York, and that exchange seems to have prompted Wilson to ask Clarke if he would be interested in spinning at a venue he was planning to open. "I think the Frankie Crocker conversation was crucial because my remit at the Haçienda was to play black music," says Clarke. "Tony Wilson said they had seen the Paradise Garage and they wanted that concept in the Haçienda."

The business of grafting a slice of black gay New York onto white straight Manchester proved to be tricky operation, however. "The club they had before the Haçienda, the Factory at the PSV, was an Indie-Goth sort of place," says Clarke. "When they closed that down and opened the Haçienda, their entire clientele came across hoping there was going to be a continuation of the same music." The position of the DJ booth, which had been etched into the floor to the side of the stage, added to Clarke's difficulties, as did the club's sound system. "I wrote several notes to them saying we need new bass bins, a new amp, we need to pump the system," he says. "The notes were put in the archive and turned up years later."

Clarke got on with it, six nights a week. On the black soul tip, he played tracks like Sharon Redd "Can You Handle It", Q "The Voice of Q", D Train "You're the One for Me" and the Peech Boys "Don't Make Me Wait". When he wanted to get strange, he would pick out something like ImpLOG "Holland Tunnel Drive". Responding to the emergent sound of electro-funk, he span Malcolm McLaren "Buffalo Girls" and Rockers Revenge "Walking on Sunshine". And when he wanted to get the Factory crowd dancing he turned to electro pop by Yazoo, Heaven 17, Culture Club, the Thompson Twins and ABC. "I'd get them on the floor and try to keep them there. The black people who knew me from the black clubs couldn't handle the sort of music I had to play at the Haçienda."

At least Clarke knew that "Blue Monday" by New Order was guaranteed to fill the floor. Recorded in October 1982 and released exclusively on twelve-inch in March 1983, the record, which featured a terse dance beat overlaid with wavering vocals, symbolised the band's full immersion in electronica. Thanks to New Order's roots in the Indie scene and part-ownership of the venue, "Blue Monday" also became a reassuring platform from which the white straight misérables of Manchester could shrug off their trench coats and take to the floor. "That was the track that made the house tempo trendy amongst the contemporary white audience," says Clarke. "They got used to it and then the whole house phenomenon took off."

Live gigs offered a seemingly safer way for the Haçienda to fill its floor and the roll call of acts, booked by Pickering, was impressive. Yet although New Order, Culture Club and the Smiths packed out the club, more often than not the floor was half-full. The week after opening, some seventy-five people showed up to Cabaret Voltaire. According to eyewitness accounts, as few as half that number turned out for Liaisons Dangereuses. As Wilson later told MixMag, the opening year "was a disaster".

Pickering was struck by the wave of crackling negativity that seemed to flow towards the Haçienda. "People thought it was too trendy," he says. "The Haçienda was something different and the old school was opposed to any change, even though the old school existed in dingy clubs which had carpets that stuck to your feet." When the club started to accumulate significant losses, New Order and Factory Records fed money to fan the financial flames, which were fuelled even higher by the inexplicable decision to open a largely empty venue six or seven nights a week. "The Haçienda was like a playpen, an experimental laboratory to see what was possible with a club space," says Rietveld. "It didn't start out as a purely commercial venture. That was the beauty of it."

Two developments revitalised the club's initial commitment to recreate a piece of downtown Manhattan in down-and-out Hulme. First, New Order travelled to New York in early 1983 to record "Confusion" with Arthur Baker, the cutting-edge producer of "Planet Rock" and "Walking on Sunshine". Then, at the beginning of the summer, New Order went on tour to the States and Quando Quango, who started recording with Factory in the summer of 1982, performed as their warm-up act in New York. When Pickering and Rietveld's band returned to the States in the autumn they were invited to play a live PA at New York's leading venue. "We didn't do very well here [in the UK], but Mark Kamins did a dance mix of 'Love Tempo' and it was an underground hit in New York," says Pickering. "Larry Levan loved it and we ended up doing a PA at the Paradise Garage."

The experience of hanging out in Manhattan had a profound effect on Pickering and Rietveld, who went to the Roxy, Danceteria, the Funhouse and the Loft, as well as the Garage. "It was mind-blowing for someone like me," says Pickering, who had never been to a club that didn't serve alcohol, and had never heard a DJ who didn't talk over the mic. "At the Garage I used to stand in the middle of the floor and think it was heaven." Pickering remembers Gretton turning to him in the King Street venue and saying, "This is it. This is what we've got to do. This is what our club should be like." Danceteria was every bit as influential on Pickering, who made a mental note of DJ Mark Kamins's talent for segueing from a Man Parrish track to a Rough Trade release. "Kamins could play everything," he says.

Pickering returned to the Haçienda with a refined vision of where the club should go in terms of its music policy. The goal was to shift towards the flexible feast of Danceteria, as well as find a DJ who would attract the black crowd that was so integral to the Garage. In the process, Pickering clashed with Clarke and a Saturday night appearance by Kamins became a flashpoint. "Mark played a bland New York sound," recalls Clarke. "There was no emotion in the music and I remember the dance floor being empty for the whole time he was on… I had to tell Mark to get off the decks." Pickering felt that Clarke wasn't offering him the right blend of music, however, and he also wanted to introduce a roster of revolving DJs rather than lean so heavily on just one. "Hewan played funk and soul," he says. "He was a great DJ, but I really wanted this mix."

In search of a slice of Manchester-made Manhattan, Pickering and the Haçienda team turned to Greg Wilson, the cutting-edge DJ who had broken the sound of avant-garde electro at his black, Wednesday-night slot at Legend. "I loved that place," says Pickering. "At the time it was the nearest thing to New York." Pickering invited Wilson to play on Funk Night, the Friday night launched by Hewan Clarke and Colin Curtis on 8 July 1983, and the Legend DJ agreed, even though, in terms of design, "Legend was so spot on and the Haçienda so flawed".

Retaining the Funk Night name, Wilson debuted on Friday 19 August 1983 and delivered his trademark blend of electro-funk: a mix of electro, hip hop and disco (or what would come to be known as Boogie), plus some soul and funk. Grandmaster and Melle Mel "White Lines", which he received on import in September 1983, became a staple. So, too, did the SOS Band "Just Be Good to Me". And Wilson also wore out the groove of the B Boys "Two, Three, Break", Captain Rapp "Bad Times (I Can't Stand It)
", Cybotron "Clear
", Hashim "Al-Naafiysh (The Soul)
", Hot Streak "Body Work", Shannon "Let the Music Play", Time Zone "The Wildstyle
", Two Sisters "High Noon
", Unique "What I Got Is What You Need
" and West Street Mob "Break Dancin' -- Electric Boogie
". All were played as American imports. Many tracks -- such as the instrumental of New Order's "Confusion" and the a cappella of "Walking on Sunshine" by Rockers Revenge -- were played together as a live "mash-ups".

Wilson recalls just three memorable nights at the Haçienda: one when Newtrament played live on 2 September (and the breakdance outfit Broken Glass "stole the show"); another when the New York group Whodini performed in the venue (Run DMC, who were less well known than Whodini at the time, were supposed to perform the same night but had to pull out); and a third when the Haçienda staged the final of the Breakdancing and Body Popping Championship of the North ("the first major breakdancing competition held in this country"). For the rest of the time, the spinner struggled to persuade his black crowd to come to the Haçienda. "The profile of the club was wrong," he says, "and when they did turn up they couldn't get in because of the membership system." Wilson's night was further disrupted by the management's unwillingness to let go of its gigs. "We'd do a night like Newtrament, which would be good, and the next week they'd have a band already booked in, which meant we couldn't run the night. The continuity wasn't there."

Clarke was also asked by Pickering to give up his Saturday night slot to John Tracey, who, as John McCready noted in the Face, played "a schizophrenic mix of Simple Minds and Willie Hutch, Iggy Pop and Sharon Redd." On 30 August Tracey also started to play Tuesday nights -- "The End: A No Funk Night" -- and this became the busiest night at the venue through to 1985. As if to demonstrate that the "No Funk" name wasn't personal, the DJ invited Wilson to play a one-hour spot on Saturdays in order to acclimatise the crowd to the sound of Funk Night, and Wilson brought in Broken Glass to dance to his selections on the Haçienda stage. "The people who didn't like the music still loved the visual aspect of watching Broken Glass," he says. "Everyone loved breakdancing at the time. Broken Glass gave the Haçienda street credibility for the first time."

The Observer ran a piece on Broken Glass's impact at the Haçienda in November 1983, but just in case any of the Haçienda's regular clientele were thinking about spinning on their heads or, more realistically, giving themselves up to the rhythms of black music, Tracey would break the spell with an end-of-night flourish that revolved around records such as the theme song from Thunderbirds, Lulu's "Shout" and Frank Sinatra's ode to New York. "It was very difficult to change the way the club was working at the time," says Wilson. "Looking back on it now, I was there sowing some seeds. How does a club that is alternative become a temple of dance? Something has to happen and in the Haçienda it was the black audience that made the transition possible."

In an end-of-year review of Manchester's club scene, City Life commented, "Greg Wilson's faith in New York's mind-hammering electro-beat was confirmed with both growing crowds and colour supplement coverage" before adding that "interestingly, the sound flopped in the vast chasms of The Hacienda." By the time the article was printed in January, Wilson had left the venue. In part, the spinner was motivated by the realization that the electro scene had started to alienate female dancers, who were disinclined to take part in the macho displays of athleticism that underpinned breakdancing culture. Yet Wilson also wanted to spend more time managing Broken Glass, and he liked the idea of trying his hand in production. It was time to move on, so he handed in his notice at Legend, too.

Clarke returned to play Fridays with a rush of vindication. "You had a situation where it was just the boys dancing to electro, challenging each other, and the girls stood around bored to death," he says. "We realized if we carried on doing this it would fragment the whole soul movement." Pickering also created some aesthetic distance between himself and Wilson. "I said the same thing to Greg as I said to Hewan," he comments. "I said that I wanted this across-the-board mixture of music I'd heard in New York. I wanted electro as part of a night, but I didn't want electro on its own, or any music on its own." Wilson maintains that he didn't just play electro, and adds that it was impossible to recreate the Danceteria in Manchester, at least at the time. "In 1983, generally speaking, the black kids wouldn't go to a night where 'alternative' music was featured, whilst most Indie kids dismissed dance as 'crap'," he says. "Although the idea of bringing these two separate audiences together was commendable, it was also somewhat naïve and unworkable."

Clarke's return to the Friday slot hardly moved the night away from its black-oriented direction, even if he played less electro and more soul than Wilson. "Friday nights were a lot more black, yet much more to my taste in the jazzy area," says Graham Massey, then a member of Biting Tongues, a post-rock industrial act signed to Factory, who was working as a sound technician at the Boardwalk, just around the corner from the Haçienda. Massey remembers there being a lot of "people that took dancing seriously in that jazz dancing kind of way", including Foot Patrol and the Jazz Defektors. "They always had spats on."

Gerald Simpson, a young dancer who had cut his teeth at Wilson's night at Legend, also started to hang out at the Haçienda around this time, having been invited to the venue by one of a number of black dancers who were handed a free membership card by Tony Wilson. Faking his ID, he "swaggered" through the door and spent the rest of the evening trying to prevent his jaw dropping to the floor. "There were these gigantic screens showing these videos and the music was really loud," Simpson remembers. "It was like a music factory. The sound system was really cool and the atmosphere was amazing. I said, 'I'm coming back here again. Definitely.' I was in the dance world, and from where I was coming from the Haçienda was the best place."

In October 1984, Clarke regained his Saturday night slot, but the following month Pickering edged him out of the DJ booth on Fridays when he re-launched the night as Nude and started to play records alongside Marc Berry, a local hairdresser and music fanatic. In May 1985, Clarke lost his Saturday night gig as well. "Maybe the management felt they weren't getting their Loft or Paradise Garage, so I had to go," says Clarke. "I was shocked. I wandered around in a daze for a couple of months." A DJ team called the Happy Hooligans took over and, according to Clarke, the night died. Clarke was invited back, only to be sacked a second time after a month or so. "Hewan wasn’t playing what we wanted him to play," says Pickering, matter-of-factly.

Pickering played across the board at Nude, mixing soul, hip hop, electro, Motown, electronic pop and Indie, and he also invited ACR's Simon Topping to play a Salsa and Latin set each week at midnight. Clarke claims that, along with Tracey, he was putting together the same musical menu, but Pickering insists his selections were broader. "Simon played straight-out-of-New-York Salsa," he says. "The floor used to clear and the Jazz Defektors came on and danced, which was brilliant. It was an unbelievable thing to do in those days -- to break up a night when you've got a packed club and put on Tito Puente."

Pickering didn't spin with any notable degree of technical proficiency -- few UK DJs did at the time -- but he drew on a vast record collection and programmed his music with a burning intensity. "The wonderful thing about Mike was he really knew how to string these records together," says Rietveld. "Hewan's selection of sounds was a bit more refined, whereas Mike wasn't afraid to insert some bold tunes. Hewan had a very beautiful, jazz-funk musicality to him, whereas Mike was more about big, iconic sounds -- anthemic statements."

According to Pickering, Nude took off immediately. "Within two or three weeks I had one thousand six hundred people in a one thousand two hundred capacity club," he says. "The fire brigade had put a low capacity on us, but it was still amazing." The numbers might be a little askew, but there's no doubt that the crowd, which had started to shift with Wilson, became even more mixed. "It was fifty percent black, fifty percent white," adds Pickering. "We had lots of little dance troops from Hulme and Moss Side coming along. It was the first place where people like us could get in wearing trainers." The original trendy crowd was no longer visible. Black kids and Scallies dominated the floor.

Modifications to the interior of the club helped the dance floor become more focused. Additional bass bins had been fitted soon after opening; in 1984 the DJ booth was moved to the balcony; and in November 1985 the club was closed for four days while the walls were treated acoustically. The changes coincided with a shift in the music. Mantronix started to produce danceable hip hop (including "Bassline") and, around the same time, house music from Chicago started to blast out of the sound system. "'Music Is the Key', records that Arthur Baker was making, Dhar Braxton," says Pickering, who was joined by Martin Prendergast in the DJ booth in May 1986 (they called themselves MP2). "We played all of that."

Along with the likes of Stu Allan, Colin Curtis and Hewan Clarke (who were playing at the Gallery, the Playpen, Berlin and Legend), Graeme Park (the Garage in Nottingham) and Winston Hazel (Jive Turkey in Sheffield), Pickering pioneered the sound of house in the north of England. A "young kid from Moss Side" handed him his first Chicago house record, "No Way Back" by Adonis, and "the club went crazy" when he played it. After that, Pickering started to develop as many fast-speed supply lines of American house as he could, with Kamins one of his most important sources. "Stu Allan [who also broke house on his essential-listening Piccadilly Radio show] was central in terms of radio exposure," says Rietveld. "Meanwhile Mike got test pressings of the early house music recordings via New York, often before they hit Manchester."

The Haçienda was still heavily indebted to its Indie alter ego. In May 1986 Temperance night was launched, with DJ Hedd (Dave Haslam) mixing alternative, rap and funk music for a student crowd, and the success of the night persuaded the management to ask Haslam to join Dean Johnson, who played Northern Soul, for a new Saturday slot, "Wide", so-called because of the night's wide musical agenda. Yet as powerful as Indie remained, house was becoming more prominent, and this shift was consecrated symbolically when DJ International, which had scored a number one hit on the UK charts with "Jack Your Body" in January 1987, took Marshall Jefferson, Adonis, Frankie Knuckles, Kevin Irving and Fingers Inc on a tour of the UK. Arriving at the Haçienda on Monday 9 March, the line-up was historic, the turnout less so. "I remember it was a very cold Monday," says Rietveld, "and when it was cold inside it meant there were not many people there."

The Haçienda soon had a slice of house that it could call its own: "Carino" by T-Coy. Recorded by Pickering and Topping, "Carino" was probably the first UK house record to cause a stir, and its sonic blend reflected the Haçienda's fixation with the States. "It was a mix of Tito Puente and Adonis," says Pickering. "We put 'Carino' together one morning in a little studio we borrowed in Didsbury. We recorded it on cassette and gave it to Stu Allan. He kept playing it and it went to number one on his chart. Then Coldcut Crew heard it and told Kiss, which was still a pirate station, about it. It was only then that it went national."

Gerald Simpson, inspired by the electronic dance music he was buying from Spin Inn, the best-stocked supplier of US imports in the north, laid down "Voodoo Ray" soon after. "I had bought an 808 drum machine and a 303 bass line machine and was making electro and hip hop in the style of Ice-T 'Dog 'n the Wax'," he says. "I'd have reverb on the snare and this really heavy sound on the 303 bass. Then I heard these guys from Chicago using the same instrument, but they were tweaking it. I did a load of this stuff and gave it to Stu Allan and he was, 'What the fuck! How did someone from around the corner do this?'" Lost for a name when he played the material on Piccadilly, Allan introduced the producer as "a guy called Gerald", and a listener from Ram Records liked the music enough to put out the record -- "Voodoo Ray" by A Guy Called Gerald. Simpson took a white label of the track to Jon Da Silva, who was spinning at a new Wednesday night slot at the Haçienda called Zumbar. Simpson returned to the venue a couple of weeks later. "Either Jon Da Silva or Mike Pickering put the tune on and people were going fucking mental. I was like, 'Shit!'"

The northern house scene had generated enough momentum by the beginning of 1988 to persuade Pickering (who had started to work as an A&R rep for Deconstruction) to stage a Northern House Revue at Nude on 26 February 1988. The night featured T-Cut-F and T-Coy, as well as Groove, a pseudonym for Graeme Park, who had released "Submit to the Beat" on his own label, Submission. In between the acts, Park and Pickering span records together for the first time, and Park created a favourable impression. Like Pickering, Park had been influenced by New York, but in contrast to the Nude resident he hadn't been to the East Coast city; he had just heard it via Tony Humphreys and Marley Marl mix tapes. "Graeme could really mix," says Rietveld. "He was an inspiration to future DJs." Pickering liked Park enough to ask him to guest at Nude when he went on holiday in July 1988 and on his return Pickering invited Park to stay. The two went on to form a tight partnership.

There was a tangible sense of momentum at the Haçienda, and that momentum reached a climax that summer with Hot. Following a trip to Shoom and Hedonism in London, Paul Cons (who had been employed to develop new nights at the Haçienda) launched the new night on Wednesday 13 July. Evoking the Ibizan motif, the manager installed a mini-swimming pool and seaside-style lights, and made sure that ice pops and large inflatable beach balls were passed around during the course of the night. Dancers -- minus the sometimes dreaded "student" element, which had left the city for the summer -- turned up in their Bermuda shorts, swimming trunks, skimpy tops, straw hats and sunglasses. By the end of the night a good number of them had gone for a dive in the pool.

Everything that had been awkward about the Haçienda when it opened now appeared to be pre-ordained. The large, raw, cold space that had seemed to be impossible to fill was teeming with a swarm of dancers, and the stage, once a cumbersome hunk that disrupted the contours of the room, provided the partygoers with a heightened tier on which they could groove. Copying the example of the London-based Trip, additional podiums were introduced to accentuate the visual effect of the revellers, their hands aloft, rising out of a cauldron of dry ice mist. Future DJ names such as Laurent Garnier, Justin Robertson and Sasha were part of the frenzy. With Da Silva and Pickering behind the wheels of steel, Wednesdays became the busiest night of the week.

Ecstasy, which started to flow into the Haçienda in the spring of 1988, accentuated the atmosphere. Dancers began to move to a different dynamic, with their arms thrust upwards while their bodies jacked backwards and forwards from the hips, as if they were wired up to a power supply. "Ecstasy at the Haçienda had a lot to do with Bez and the Happy Mondays in a certain corner of the club, and it spread out in a matter of weeks," says Massey. "It caught on like petrol on fire. You couldn't help but notice an atmosphere change, and that almost dictated what the DJs played."

Yet the summer of 1988 wasn't the best summer for the black dancers who had done so much to build Friday nights and house culture at the venue. "I think the drugs put them off, because they didn't take them in those days," says Pickering. "I likened it to the Mexican wave coming across the club. Everyone was doing the same dance and there was no room. The black dancers didn't dig that." Whereas black social dance created space for individual expression within collective movement, the "Summer of Love" generated a wave of bliss in which the euphoria of the crowd all but drowned out the individual. "The black kids had a culture of dancing," says Greg Wilson. "It goes back through the generations. When the scene became dominated by legions of 'ravers', with their hands in the air, the black kids realised it was time to move on and create something new."

Dubbed the "Second Summer of Love", the summer of 1989 was as intense and celebratory as the first, and the release of "Pacific State" by the 808 State -- Gerald Simpson, Graham Massey and Martin Price, who were so fond of the Roland TR808 drum machine they named themselves after it -- provided the Haçienda with a memorable anthem. Simpson, Massey and Price had met in Eastern Bloc, an Indie-leaning record store where Price was doing his best to push house, and they produced a batch of acid grooves that were cutting-edge enough to prompt John Peel to invite them to record a session for his show. Scheduled for 19-20 November 1988, the session never took place, but the group continued to work on the material they were preparing -- including "Pacific State".

Simpson laid down the synth line, bass and drum pattern for "Pacific State", yet parted ways with 808 State soon after. He maintains that that his track was intended for play on the Peel programme only, but Massey and Price either didn't register or take him seriously and, drawing on Massey's collection of "exotic jazz", added a distinctive saxophone solo to "Pacific State" at the beginning of February 1989. "We were trying to do something in the vein of Marshall Jefferson 'Open Your Eyes'," says Massey. "That track was happening everywhere." "Pacific" was pressed up as a white label in May and came out on the mini-album Quadrastate at the end of July, just as the second "Summer of Love" was hitting its groove. "We definitely took the white label to Mike Pickering, Graeme Park and also Jon Da Silva," says Massey. "It rose through the ranks to become the last tune of the night."

Yet Pickering, for one, was beginning to have his doubts about the direction of dance at the Haçienda. "I regretted the fact that once you'd come down off the E everything was pure house," he says. "I could tell even in 1989 that that wasn't a good thing and that what we were doing before was much more precious, because we were playing a wider range of music. By 1989 we were slaves to the beat." He maintains that "there were some amazing house records" -- including Sueno Latino "Sueno Latino", Rob Base & EZ Rock "Get on the Dance Floor", Kid N' Play "2 Hype", 128th Street Crew "I Need a Rhythm", Rhythm Is Rhythm "Nude Photo" and Deee-Lite "Wild Times" -- but adds that he "would have liked to mix it up a bit more."

As the summer of 1989 unfolded, there were other signs that the peak would be impossible to sustain. When Clare Leighton died in July -- it appears she took a significant quantity of Ecstasy and suffered an extremely rare allergic reaction -- clubbers must have begun to wonder if the eternal high might one day come to an end, and the incident also brought unwanted attention to the Haçienda. Leighton's death was the first Ecstasy death to be reported by the national media, and the high-profile passing of a young clubber persuaded the police, who were already asking difficult questions of the venue, to come down hard on drug consumption. "I believe that was the final straw," Paul Mason, who had been brought in to manage (and professionalize) the club in 1986, told Jon Savage, editor of The Haçienda Must Be Built. "[T]he police took a decision to go for revocation [of the club's licence]".

For a while the hype that surrounded the international success of the "Madchester scene" masked the way in which the smile was beginning to drop in some sections of the Haçienda. Bands such as the Happy Mondays, the Stone Roses, the Inspiral Carpets and the Charlatans blended Indie aesthetics with dance and even hung out on the floor (or an adjacent alcove) of the venue. But the overwhelming whiteness and parochialism of the Madchester groups had the inadvertent effect of bleaching dance music's roots. The initial agenda of bringing black New York to Manchester, a city that was now spending more time looking inwards than outwards, seemed to have been abandoned.

By 1990 the atmosphere in the Whitworth Street club had shifted markedly. In May, police threatened to revoke its licence due to the ongoing drug problem, and in October the straight-talking, no-messing Mason introduced a dress code of no trainers or shellsuits that was aimed formally at keeping out gangs of any colour, but inevitably had the effect of keeping out black dancers. Thanks to its strategically high-profile efforts to enforce a string of anti-drug measures, the Haçienda was given a six-month reprieve at its hearing in January 1991, but Paul Mason and Tony Wilson decided to close voluntarily when a series of violent incidents culminated in the head doorman being threatened with a gun at a Nude party on 26 January. The root problem, according to many, wasn't so much the dealers as the gangs who thought they could control the dealers. Either way, the weapons culture was conducive to neither dance floor bliss nor health and safety regulations.

The Haçienda reopened (with an airport-style metal detector) in May 1991 and continued to do business until 1997. During this period it celebrated its tenth birthday party in May 1992 with guest DJs Frankie Knuckles and David Morales; survived Factory records going into receivership in November of the same year; and bid farewell to Pickering the following May. "For the eleventh birthday party we invited eleven DJs from different places, and I remember David Morales and I both got threatened," says Pickering. "I walked out and never came back." Pickering left behind a club that still enjoyed strong moments -- Salt City Orchestra's "The Book", produced in 1994 by Miles Holloway and Elliot Eastwick, who worked behind the bar, provided one -- but it was clearly entering its endgame. Following a series of annual losses that were exacerbated by bottomless pit security measures, the venue went into liquidation in June 1997.

The Haçienda will be remembered, primarily, for its first seven years. During that period, and some way ahead of the Ministry of Sound and Renaissance, it became the UK's first superclub, except that the term hadn’t yet been invented and the venue didn't function like a superclub. Attention focuses inevitably on the iconic summers of 1988 and 1989, as well as the simultaneous rise of Madchester. However, the lead-up period of 1982 to 1988, when groups such as New Order and ACR lay at the fulcrum of a white-black, Manchester-New York, Indie-dance engagement, is more compelling and perhaps more important. This legacy is reflected in the musical selections on this compilation, which plot the transition from American electro to Manchester house.

 

 

Thanks: Hewan Clarke, Graham Massey, Mike Pickering, Hillegonda "Gonnie" Rietveld, Gerald Simpson (A Guy Called Gerald) and Greg Wilson for the interviews, Lee White for the clips and conversations, Ian Dewhirst for the infectious enthusiasm.

“Kenny Dope: Choice”. Azuli Records, 2006.

Born in Brooklyn's Sunset Park in 1970, Kenny "Dope" Gonzalez grew up with the meshed sounds of Puerto Rico and New York chiming in his ears. The seventies were the peak years of Fania, and Gonzalez's parents didn't think twice about gazing at their record collection and nodding at their good fortune to be able to call the likes of Eddie Palmieri, Blades and the Fania All Stars "family". Gonzalez absorbed this Nuyorican music like a sponge absorbs water; even though he didn't like Salsa, he had to soak it up. But when he was sent to pick up some groceries, he tuned into the sounds of the street. Lined up along the neighbourhood's raised brownstone entrances whenever the weather allowed, a cacophonous chorus of home stereos blared out a mixture of disco, funk and R&B, while chilled-out drivers, their windows rolled down, transmitted the latest from WKTU and WBLS. On his way back, Gonzalez made sure he passed by the corner of Forty-fifth and Sixth Avenue, where a local street crew worked breaks and beats, and hung around a little, or a lot. The air thick with syncopated beats, emotionally charged songs and hard-working DJs, these were good times to be sent on an errand.

When he was thirteen, Gonzalez got his first turntable and started to practice. He touched wax and it warmed to him. When a friend from junior high school invited Gonzalez into his basement to try out his turntables, he started to imitate his street corner heroes with a sense of purpose. A short while later, he got a part-time job working behind the counter at WNR Music Centre. "There was rock, dance music, freestyle, soul and hip hop," says Gonzalez. "I ended up becoming a buyer, so I was bringing in music for all of these different types of people." Early house records from Trax and DJ International were among the hottest sellers, although the owner stuck to his rock guns and continued to push the likes of Led Zeppelin. That was how Gonzalez -- ears open, surprised eyebrows raised, head gently tilted and nodding -- learnt about rock breaks.

Along with Mike Delgado and Franklin Martinez, Gonzalez set up the brazenly titled Masters at Work sound system and started to put on parties in two local halls. The staple sound was hip hop but, like just about every neighbourhood party of the era, they also mixed in dance grooves from the likes of Pleasure and Liquid Liquid. "Disco and funk were still in the air, even at these parties," says Gonzalez. "For sure." Todd Terry, a friend of Delgado's, came to some of the gigs and ended up borrowing the Masters at Work name for his first two records, "Alright, Alright" and "Dum Dum Cry". "I was like, 'Go ahead, use it,'" remembers Gonzalez. It was a favour in the bank, and it would come in handy.

Appropriately for friends born into such rich musical traditions, the Gonzalez (Puerto Rican American) and Terry (African American) didn't so much see eye to eye as hear ear to ear. Gonzalez started to slip out of school so that he could go around to Terry's house, watch him make records and learn the tricks of the nascent bedroom-production trade. There was no better bedroom in which to learn. Terry's Masters at Work tracks came out on Fourth Floor in 1987, as did a couple of other releases, and then, later in the same year, the fledgling producer laid down his first house record, "Party People", one of the original monuments of decentred, sample-driven dance. Terry's output and fame spiralled out of control in 1988; journalists and dancers alike were doing more than spin out a rhyme when they declared, routinely, "Todd is God". With the Terry hype gaining momentum month-by-month, Gonzalez did well to contain himself for as long as he did. "I borrowed drum machines from Todd and started experimenting," he says. "In 1989 I really started making beats."

Gonzalez's first four releases appeared under the Powerhouse alias on Frank Mendez's street-savvy label Nu Groove and "Salsa House", the last of the series, was picked up by DJ "Little" Louie Vega, who was spinning at Roseland and liked the idea of doing a remix. Vega got hold of Gonzalez's number through Terry and Terry told Gonzalez to expect the call. When it failed to materialise, Gonzalez picked up the receiver and arranged to meet Vega in his Bronx neck of the woods. Forgetting about "Salsa House", the Roseland spinner, already an established Freestyle producer, asked Gonzalez to help him out on a Marc Anthony album he was recording for Joey Carvello at Atlantic. Gonzalez agreed but became intimated by Atlantic's heavy-duty studio setup as well as the radiant auras of Anthony's guest-appearance Latin luminaries, Eddie Palmieri and Tito Puento. Vega got his young, towering friend to relax. "Just make some beats," he told him. Gonzalez started to press buttons and probably had a little smile on his face when, on the tenth track of the album, Palmieri and Puente, egged on by Anthony, jammed over his rhythm track. The recording was titled "Masters at Work Featuring Tito Puente and Eddie Palmieri", with Puente and Palmieri the undisputed "masters".

Clinging to Gonzalez and Vega like a dog to a fresh bone, Carvello asked the duo to remix Debbie Gibson's "One Step Ahead" and, stuck for a new name, they decided to make the most of their rightful ownership of a very good old one -- Masters at Work. Gonzalez laid down the beats, Vega knocked out the keyboards, and, thanks in part to a B-side dub that would become a trademark sound, the little-and-large team embarked on one of the most influential, long-running and prolific relationships in dance music history.

Since their debut, MAW have thrilled the underground with "The Ha Dance" (Masters at Work), "Only Love Can Break Your Heart" (St Etienne), "Our Mute Horns" (Masters at Work), "Love & Happiness (Yemaya Y Ochún)" (River Ocean featuring India), "Sume Sigh Say" (House of Gypsies), "Souffles H" (Mondo Grosso), "The Nervous Track" (Nuyorican Soul), "When You Touch Me" (Masters at Work featuring India), "Voices In My Mind" (Voices), "You Can Do It Baby" (Nuyorican Soul), "It's Alright" (Nuyorican Soul), "Watching Windows" (Reprazent) and boxes upon boxes of other vinyl gems. In addition, they've remixed and produced major artists such as Roy Ayers, George Benson, the Brand New Heavies, Jocelyn Brown, Daft Punk, Incognito, India, Janet Jackson, R. Kelly, Eddie Palmieri, Tito Puente, Barbara Tucker, Luther Vandross and BeBe Winans. Throughout their decade-and-a-half collaboration, they've drawn on a global pool of sounds -- house, soul, disco, funk, garage, hip hop, broken beat, dub, Latin, African -- that shines through their hometown haunts of Brooklyn, the Bronx, Harlem and downtown New York like light shines through crystal. Nothing less than the rainbow spectrum of the world can be found in these records.

Along the way, Gonzalez has developed a specialist reputation for picking out percussive ingredients that, when heard alone, sound thin, but when mixed together take on a compelling new flavour that other beat maestros can't help but imitate. Gonzalez pioneered the swinging syncopated house beat, which became ubiquitous in the 1990s, by deploying several kick drums, each one pitched at a different frequency, on "Only Love Can Break Your Heart". He stacked up the layers of tribal percussion alongside Puente's flying timbales on the spiritual rollercoaster, "Love & Happiness". He instigated the house scene's engagement with driving jazz rhythms when he assembled the beats of "The Nervous Track". He played a pre-emptive role in developing broken beat -- don’t fix it if it's broke -- with his jumpy drum patterns on Urban Species "Listen (Just Listen)". He's shown he can slam his beats like the nastiest of them with his work on the Brand New Heavies "Close to You". And his collaborations with live players such as Vidal Davis demonstrate he knows how to pitch live drums to the contemporary dance floor.

From the outside, Gonzalez occupies an enviable position. After all, nobody seems to be hipper than the drummer, or the upstart programmer who ekes out timeless beats. When they're by themselves, though, rhythm generators can dream of a post-percussion existence, and Gonzalez insists that he's been more than the beats demon to Vega's heavenly keyboards. "I did a lot of those records," he says, "but people like to categorise us." Gonzalez demonstrated that he can make a whole record by himself, and a very good one at that, with his Bucketheads album, which was released in 1995 and included "The Bomb (These Sounds Fall Into My Mind)", a sensational track. Gonzalez deepened his production work on the seminal Nuyorican Soul album, which included "Nautilus", which was cherry-picked by the Brooklynite for a reworking. And he showed off his skills again in his recent cover of Sylvester's "I Want You". "When Masters at Work do stuff together it's magical," says Gonzalez. "But separately I'm able to venture out a little more because it's just me and I'm not second-guessing anything." He adds, after a barely discernible pause, "I also get recognized in a different way."

Recognition is like a drug -- the more you get, the more you need, just to get the same feeling of that first hit -- and Gonzalez, hailed repeatedly for his contribution to dance over the last fifteen-plus years, wants even more recognition. There's a shameless New York-style bravado to his self-belief; what he's got so far is simply not enough, no matter how far he's travelled from his lowly back-street origins, no matter how many tributes have been cast in his direction. Gonzalez plans to make the most of whatever comes his way in the future by concentrating on his own projects, even if MAW and Nuyorican Soul remain ongoing ventures that he'll stay attached to for as long as he can imagine -- like the perfect taste of a favourite childhood dish.

"To be honest, after Nuyorican Soul I wanted to break off and do something on my own, but I felt I couldn't break off because it was just at that level," he says. "It would have been selfish to break off and do something on my own. So we kept it going for a couple more years and then after that we broke off a little. That happened in 1999, 2000." It was at that point that Gonzalez turned his attentions to his labels Dope Wax and Kay-Dee. The focus of Dope Wax has been new material -- remixes of artists such as Kanye West and Jill Scott, original recordings from breakthrough bands, plus the sonic chemistry of streetwise beat scientists. Kay-Dee, meanwhile, is run as a joint venture with the Scottish funk DJ Keb Darge and operates as a vinyl orphanage where long-lost funk records can be nurtured and then released back into the world. "Me and Louie always knew there would be a time when we wanted to break out," says Gonzalez. "We still do things together, but right now we're featuring ourselves separately and people are starting to realize who Kenny Dope is, and what he's done for the business and dance music."

Having played the sullen background man to Vega's sociable, loquacious front, Gonzalez is starting to talk the talk. The thought that up until now he's simply done what a DJ/remixer/producer is supposed to do -- play and create records -- makes the change of direction sound unnecessary, but Gonzalez says he's tired of the fallout that can come from being a little to the left of interview-friendly. "It's kind of my fault because I never talked with people. If I was DJing, I'd go in fifteen minutes before, do what I had to do and leave. I wouldn't socialize, so everyone had this perception of me as a knucklehead. But through these compilations I can speak my thoughts."

Like so many musicos, Gonzalez has an obsessive streak that he's barely able to contain. He says that he's not addicted to vinyl, but it's clear that he's not about to quit buying, and he sounds a little guilty when he guesstimates to owning some thirty-five thousand records. About half of his collection sits in his condo, while the other half is in storage. Until recently, Gonzalez insisted that whenever he toured he was taken straight from the airport to the best records stores in town. "I've got stuff from all over the place -- Turkey, Greece, Germany," he says. "It was crazy." Gonzalez confesses to having bought an unknown quantity of records that he's yet to play. "You go out for a couple of days and get stuff and seal it all up and they end up in storage," he explains. It's a rainy-day strategy: who knows when Gonzalez will need to hear some fresh vinyl, and who knows if he'll have the money to buy some when that day arrives?

Gonzalez, though, has become more worldly-wise as he's hit his mid-thirties. The initial fever of wanting to own everything that's good has given way to an acknowledgement that the source material is infinite and the purpose is to enjoy what's out there, including the records you can't get, rather than accumulate for the sake of accumulation. "I've got ten or fifteen friends who are hardcore collectors," he says. "Everybody always has different collections and you always get turned onto stuff. The period I love is from 1968 to 1976, 1977. That's my time period."

It's a period that is reflected on this compilation. "Azuli were expecting a house compilation, but I didn't want to do a house compilation," says Gonzalez. "Anybody can mix out of a house break, but I wanted to create a story and that's what this is. I take breaks, loop them up, introduce edits and just have fun. That's the thing that's missing in dance music production now -- people aren't having fun." It's easy to hear Gonzalez having two tonnes of fun on this compilation and disco -- perhaps the ultimate fun dance music -- lies at the root of his selections. "I've done quite a few compilations now and I wanted to focus on records you don't normally hear. I'm thirty-six this year, and I'm constantly trying to educate the younger crowd. I've tried to capture an era. I wanted to have the compilation sound a certain way -- for the mixing to sound the way it used to sound when I started DJing."

The expectation that Gonzalez would put together a mix of house and hip hop was natural enough. Why would the beats man choose anything that didn't have its head buried deep in the cavernous world of rhythm? The answer to that question lies in Gonzalez's labyrinthine record collection, which functions as an idealistic (if somewhat inert) musical community. Different sounds from different ages and continents nestle up, side by side, forming a tight-knit resource of sonic pleasure. Gonzalez says, quite reasonably, that his knowledge is "ridiculous" when it comes to music, and although it might be impossible for him to listen to all of his records, each time he is asked to put together a compilation he swivels his baseball cap around to burrowing position and digs out some gems -- gems to share or, to use one of his favourite words, "showcase".

Managing and sharing his collection, Gonzalez is part archivist, part librarian, part press officer. However many records he might go on to produce and remix, both by himself and alongside Vega, and however many records he might break on Dope Wax and Kay-Dee, it's hard to avoid the conclusion that Gonzalez is in his element when he's sifting through his shelves and picking out tracks for a collection. "I'm sitting on fifty or sixty mix tapes that I made for myself to listen to," he says. "I could do these compilations forever."

On this one, we hear Gonzalez as he wants to be heard and as he would like us to hear. "I'm not just into hip hop or beats or house," he says. "I'm into music. Everybody gets caught up in this fucking categorizing shit, but at the end of the day you've got good shit and bad shit. You've got music you can feel and music you want to throw away." There are no vinyl "Frisbees" (Gonzalez's term) here. "I'm into going a step further than just the beat. I think there are a lot of people noticing what I'm about in the last two years. It's taken all this time."

The Gonzalez that followers are beginning to recognise has been there from the start. Nineteen-seventies Brooklyn was never just a colourful biographical detail that prefigures the real bit of his life. It's the neighbourhood setting and vibrant street culture that seeped into his bloodstream and left him rooted in disco and funk -- the very sounds that would blare out of car radios and home stereos as Gonzalez went to buy the milk, and that continued to echo around the neighbourhood as he dawdled by the local DJs on his way back home.

“‘I Want to See All My Friends At Once’: Arthur Russell and the Queering of Gay Disco”. Journal of Popular Music Studies, 18, 2, 2006, 145-68.

Disco, it is commonly understood, drummed its drums and twirled its twirls across an explicit gay-straight divide. In the beginning, the story goes, disco was gay: Gay dancers went to gay clubs, celebrated their newly liberated status by dancing with other men, and discovered a vicarious voice in the form of disco’s soul and gospel-oriented divas. Received wisdom has it that straights, having played no part in this embryonic moment, co-opted the culture after they cottoned onto its chic status and potential profitability. With Sylvester and John Travolta marking out the polar opposites of disco’s terrain, it was supposed to be easy to spot the difference. The sequined black gay falsetto, who delivered soul and gospel-charged disco, embodied the movement’s gay roots, while the white straight hustling star of Saturday Night Fever, who was happiest dancing to the shrill pop of the Bee Gees, represented its commercialization and suburbanization. In this article, however, I want to refract this popular analysis through a queer lens in order to explore not just the mixed composition of early dance crowds, which I take to be historically given (Lawrence 2004a: 22, 31, 104), but, more importantly, the way in which both the dance floor experience and disco’s musical aesthetics could be said to be queer (rather than gay). I will also examine how disco producers, responding to the mainstreaming of disco culture from the mid-1970s onwards, took the genre in fresh and unsettling directions. These questions will be explored through the decidedly odd figure of Arthur Russell, whose disco releases stand as an allegory of the unexplored relationship between gay and queer disco.

Russell was disco’s barely known crown prince—and this in a culture where, as the darkened floors and faceless studio producers indicated, anonymity was already the norm. An awkward dancer who was prone to shyness and lacked confidence in his pock-marked looks, Russell would lurk in the corner of favorite nightspots such as the Gallery, the Loft, and, a little later, the Paradise Garage. He did not release his first disco record until the end of 1978, some 6 months before the savagely homophobic and racist backlash against disco prompted the major record companies to scuttle away from the genre, and his forays into disco before and after the pivotal summer of 1979 were undertaken behind the camouflage of a series of band names such as Dinosaur, Dinosaur L, and Loose Joints. As if to make sure he did not become known for his disco output, Russell pursued simultaneously a myriad of other music projects, including a score for theatre producer Robert Wilson’s Medea; his own 48-hour art-vernacular composition, Instrumentals; pop-rock projects with the Flying Hearts and the Necessaries; folk-mutating-into-mantra performances with Allen Ginsberg; and other folk-oriented acts such as the Sailboats. In short, Russell did not know how to plot a career in music (he pursued too many genres) and did not pin his flag to any movement (always broke, he could not have afforded all the flags). Within disco, no record label latched onto Russell as a figure who worthy of development, and no DJ bought a record just because the small print included his name. Yet when compared with Carl Bean, the Village People, and Sylvester, disco’s best-known gay acts, Russell could be described as the culture’s most self-reflexive gay artist.

Carl Bean’s “I Was Born This Way” was the first disco record to address gay sexuality as a public issue, yet the record did not get played outside of gay clubs and Bean did not develop his theme (Lawrence 2004a: 328; Shapiro 65). The Village People dressed up in gay role-play regalia, performed in gay clubs (at least at the beginning of their career), and wrote songs that brimmed with gay innuendo. But the group never came out as gay to the general public and, their first album aside, their music was not played in New York’s trend-setting gay discotheques (Lawrence 2004a: 331– 32; Shapiro 220; Smith 20–24). Sylvester was significantly less shy than the Village People when it came to declaring his sexuality, but his route into disco was accidental and initially reluctant, and he wrote only one song, “You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real),” that explicitly addressed “gay disco” (Diebold 28–31; Gamson 142; Lawrence 2004a: 328, 2005; Walters 649).1 Russell also came from a non disco background, yet, as far as can be established, sought out and enjoyed relationships with women until he met a hairdresser who was best friends with Nicky Siano, the DJ at the Gallery, one of the most influential parties of New York’s downtown party network (Lawrence 2004a: 111). Drawn to disco’s mutating repetitive framework, Russell started to record disco that, perhaps more than the output of any other artist, could be described as self-consciously gay or queer. It is through these recordings—in particular, “Kiss Me Again,” “Is It All Over My Face?” and “Go Bang”—that I want to tickle the underbelly, or maybe even the torso, of the regularly asserted yet fleetingly explored argument that disco was gay, as well as to explore the way in which Russell’s records both validated and challenged the foundations of gay disco.

Russell was an unlikely convert to disco, even in a culture whose raison d’étrewas, at least in its earliest formation, to attract the unlikely. Having grown up in Oskaloosa, Iowa, where he learnt to play the cello and hung out with an older, Beatnik-oriented gang, Russell ran away at the age of 17 and, drawn to experimental communities, joined a Buddhist commune in San Francisco (Goshorn 12.9.2005; Russells 6.4.2004; Van Weelden 20.7.2005). He attended both the Ali Akbar College of Music and the San Francisco Conservatory while off duty and developed an intriguing musical aesthetic that drew on classical Indian music, Buddhist mantras, leftfield folk, and western art music (Mathieu 7.12.2004). In 1973 he became convinced that this vision, which he believed to be unique to the milieu of the West Coast, could find a commercial outlet in New York (Whittier 1.8.2005).With the support of his parents, Russell enrolled in the Manhattan School of Music in the autumn of 1973 and a year later became the Music Director of the Kitchen, the downtown hub of experimental art music (Stearns 22.7.2005). Some time after moving to the East Coast, Russell had the briefest possible fling with his friend and mentor, Allen Ginsberg, but otherwise had apparently fulfilling relationships with women (Abrams 20.7.2005; Fujii 3.2.2004, 10.2.2004; Murray 1.9.2005; Whittier 1.8.2005, 2.8.2005). As the last of these relationships hovered between middle and endgame, Russell met Louis Aqualone—the hairdresser—and was introduced to the Gallery (Siano 3.11.2004). DJ Nicky Siano, who played records that combined fire with emotion (Lawrence 2004a: 104–9, 2004b), became friends with Russell: He remembers him attempting to dance like Aqualone (something even talented dancers struggled to pull off) and becoming “possessed by the Gallery” (Siano 3.11.2004). The milieu of the venue, in which a predominantly black gay yet ultimately mixed group of dancers gathered in a communal space in order to dance all night to black dance music became a social, political, and aesthetic touchstone for Russell (Hall 30.11.2004; Gordon 1.7.2003; Siano 3.11.2004) 

Russell’s discoized conversion to gayness was far from unique. Although many men entered New York’s disco network in order to express an already known gay identity, an unquantifiable number of others—including Russell—appear to have only come to understand fully their preference for male sexual partners within this environment (Lawrence 2004a: 27–28, 91, 104, 188–91). The discotheque setting of the first half of the 1970s was tailor-made for this kind of self-discovery, for although Manhattan’s dance floors of the early 1970s are regularly described as being uniformly gay (Brewster and Broughton 129; Collin 11; Garratt 7–10; Goldman 117; Postchardt 110; Shapiro 47–63), they were in fact fundamentally mixed and fluid in character. Gay men were the key constituency of this movement, but many of them considered themselves to be bisexual, or were simply the product of a culture in which there was limited space to live as a gay man. They were joined on the floor by a range of straight men (including a number of early “strays”—straight men who identified with gay men) and women (many of them lesbian, many of them straight admirers of gay men) (Lawrence 2004a: 22, 31, 104).2 This experience articulated the belief, developed in Gay Liberation Front literature, that gayness was a politically acceptable staging post on the way to a fuller bisexual identity (Altman 218; Epstein 243).3

By the middle of the decade this kind of talk had become less common as gay men began to comprehend (and enjoy) their sexuality as being settled rather than mutating, at least in Manhattan’s private gay venues, the first of which, the Tenth Floor, opened in December 1972 (Lawrence 2004a: 76).4 To varying degrees, these members-only gay nightspots became incubators of gay identity, and by the end of the decade nightspots such as Flamingo were even being referred to as “finishing schools”—environments in which gayness was not simply expressed, but actively taught (Stambolian). Disco, according to Gregory Bredbeck, was not just a space in which gay men expressed an already-formed identity. It was also a key site for their interpellation as gay men (77, 82–83). That was evidently Russell’s experience when he first went to the Gallery. “I went to a disco one night, . . . .” he told David Toop in an interview published in the Face in 1987. “It made a big impression on me . . . .” (Toop 27) The venue did not simply affirm who he already was; it hailed him into a new way of being.

Long before he entered the Gallery, Russell’s primary mode of being was expressed through music. His relationships with men and women were very much secondary to his music; he showed only a vague interest in food; sports did not register on his radar; and friendships were formed almost exclusively with fellow musicians. In the Gallery the volume and quality of the system, the consciousness-changing practice of the all-night dance marathon, Siano’s extravagant talent for selecting and mixing records, and the need-for-release outlook of the venue’s primarily black gay crowd combined to create an extreme musical environment. Unsurprisingly, Russell started to take note of Siano’s selections, and soon after approached the DJ to work with him on a disco record, which was paid for out of “the Gallery war chest” (Siano 3.11.2004). The result, “Kiss Me Again,” was coproduced by Russell and Siano in November 1977 (Siano acknowledges that Russell pulled the musical strings and pushed the studio buttons). Sire picked up the result and paid for some additional recording before releasing the record as a Jimmy Simpson 12-inch remix in November 1978. Eyebrows, a fair number of them pierced, were raised that Sire, one of the pioneering labels of new wave, should dip its toes into what many punk-o-philes considered to be the saccharine swamp of disco. A casual listen to “Kiss Me Again” would have confirmed their doubts, if only because the record revolves around the principal figure of the 1970s dance music, the disco diva, who appears to conform to type in addressing her lover through the discourse—widely loathed in new wave circles—of heterosexual romance.

Disco has received only fleeting recognition for establishing a milieu in which female vocalists were able to carve out a significant space for artistic expression in the recording studio and music industry.5 Jocelyn Brown, Linda Clifford, Carol Douglas, Taana Gardner, Gloria Gaynor, Loleatta Holloway, Thelma Houston, Grace Jones, Chaka Khan, Evelyn “Champagne” King, Cheryl Lynn, Donna Summer, and Karen Young were among the most notable solo acts, while Ecstasy, Passion & Pain, First Choice, LaBelle, Shirley & Company, Sister Sledge, and the Three Degrees possessed the kind of gumption that had been lacking arguably in the girl groups of the 1960s, who showed plenty of signs of agency but, as BrianWard notes, made choices that “invariably revolved around thoroughly conventional notions of a sublime, thrilling, monogomous [sic] romance which would be solemnized within the emotional and material security of traditional marriage” (158). Having had more time to absorb the lessons of feminism, the disco divas drew on the harder-edged themes of betrayal and breakup, or, if all was going well, sex and desire. Even when they did not write their own lines, these performers would regularly find room to say what was on their minds when they were given the nod to embark on a vamp, and these lung-busting improvisations could become the centrepiece of a subsequent 12-inch remix.6 The presence of the female performer had already started to shift with the emergence of gospel-oriented soul vocalists such as Aretha Franklin, whose interventions were intertwined with the rise of the feminist movement. Perhaps it is not surprising that a high proportion of the new tranche of disco divas also came from a Church background and intended to pursue a soul/gospel career until, to their surprise, they discovered they had been co-opted by disco’s core constituency of gay men.

Disco’s core gay dancers took to these female vocalists because they related to their tales of hardship, pain, and emotional defiance in the face of adversity (Hughes 151–53; Lawrence 2004a: 178, 328–29;Walters 647). Hunting down their records and boosting their rankings in the Hot 100, gay men created a market for these female vocalists, who had been frustrated by the way in which they were sidelined by their labels (Lawrence 2004a: 148).7 The practice of gay men establishing a rapport with a female vocalist can be traced to the operatic tradition—this is, for example, the central theme of Wayne Koestenbaum’s The Queen’s Throat: Opera, Homosexuality and the Mystery of Desire (1993)—but it is an alliance that has come under attack from authors such as John Gill, who criticizes the notion of the alliance of gay men and female divas in relation to dance in his book Queer Noises (1995).“We could talk irony and intertextuality until we were blue in the face and dance music would still be about heterosexual hegemony, . . ..” writes Gill. “Worse, when they address the subject of love, which they normally do, the lyrics hymn the sort of relationships, and the sort of politics, that would otherwise be an anathema to queers.” (137) That is obviously not the case in disco, though, where the lyrics are often coruscating in their critique of the happy veneer of heterosexual romance, with betrayal, loneliness, anger, jealousy, and post relationship survival the bread-and-butter themes of the 1970s disco diva. In one such song—“Free Man” by South Shore Commission, a bloodbath of a duet in which the female vocalist informs her fickle male partner of his obligations—the lyrics could be said to apply to any relationship in which promiscuity and faithfulness are an issue, irrespective of sexuality. Yet the thematic relevance of “Free Man” was quickly sidelined by dancers at Flamingo, the most prestigious white gay venue of the 1970s, who preferred to appropriate the chorus as an anthem of gay liberation (Lawrence 2004a: 192–93).

Gill’s reference to irony and intertextuality alludes to ironic, camp humor, perhaps the most discussed mode of western gay expression, but there was little space for irony in the 1970s discotheque, where emotion (feelings) and affect (bodily sensation) were far more prominent. After the introduction of reinforced sound (tweeter arrays and bass reinforcements) in David Mancuso’s Loft in the early 1970s (Lawrence 2004a: 89–91), if not before, the dance floor functioned as a space in which distance—and therefore irony—was impossible.8 The force of the sound system, as Kodwo Eshun and Julian Henriques point out, envelops the dancer to the extent that she/he cannot exist outside of or be removed from the experience (Eshun 188; Henriques 451–53), and when the music selected by the DJ included a female diva, which it so often did, her powerful, amplified voice would have permeated the body of the gay male dancer, who in turn would have been charged by the vocalist’s refusal to assume the role of the downtrodden underdog within the conventional heterosexual relationship. Walter Hughes points to the importance of the racial identity of these female performers, who were for the most part African American, and maintains that it was their double underdog status—that they were both black and female—that encouraged gay men to adopt them as spiritual partners on the dance floor. The fact that disco was experienced overwhelmingly through vinyl playback rather than live performance does not so much undermine this analysis as suggest that gay male dancers, when they did not know otherwise, would imagine the vocalist’s invisible racial identity according to the quality of her vocal delivery, with black divas emphasizing what Roland Barthes describes as the “grain of the voice” (182)—the voice that is felt and material rather than disembodied and ethereal. White divas who sang with a sufficient degree of raspy emotion, such as Linda Clifford and Karen Young, were received with an equally warm embrace.

Nicky Siano was arguably the most influential DJ of all when it came to breaking divas. Dancers talk of him playing records that made men want to “put on a skirt and spin” and he regularly turned these records into national hits. He also invited Grace Jones and Loleatta Holloway to perform at the Gallery at the very beginning of their disco careers (Lawrence 2004a: 243–44, 259), and it is likely that Arthur Russell would have been at the Gallery for these shows. When it came to recording “Kiss Me Again,” therefore, the decision to employ a potential disco diva, Myriam Valle, the back-up singer from Desmond Child and Rouge, was a relatively safe strategy. On the record, Valle delivers her lines melodically and forcefully, according to the conventions of the time, and the song’s title, which the vocalist repeats many times over, evokes the trope of gay mournfulness and loss, which was born out of historical circumstances—the obstacles gay men faced in sustaining a public relationship, which in turn encouraged engagements that were intense and fleeting. The Jackson 5 might have recorded “Never Can Say Goodbye” as a sweet Motown pop song, but the lyrics took on added meaning when they were sung by Gloria Gaynor and played in a gay disco, where “goodbye” was always a likely outcome. The “Again” of “Kiss Me Again” evokes a similar pit-of-the-belly cocktail of absence and desire, the longing felt by the lover who will soon be alone, or might already be alone. 

The centrality of emotion is reinforced by the instrumental structure of “Kiss Me Again,” especially on the 12-inch version of the single. The 12-inch came about when it became clear that, in contrast to radio DJs, club spinners preferred to play long records, largely because these enabled dancers to lose themselves in the flow of the music—a key objective of the dance experience (Lawrence 2004a: 25–26, 182–83, 191, 212–18, 288–90).9 Remixers, many of them DJs, became specialists in extending the sections thatworked on the dance floor—the vamp of the diva, the percussive tension of the break, the groove of the rhythm section, etc.—and this strategy is played out in “Kiss Me Again,” which was long even by disco’s standards, with the main version running at 13 minutes. As with many 12-inch disco singles, the feel is “stripped down,” meaning that the elements that make up the propulsive rhythm section—the dynamic between the drummer (Alan Schwartzberg), the bass player (Wilbur Bascum), and the rhythm guitar (David Byrne)—are highlighted in the mix. Around this locomotive structure, Valle delivers her lines and Russell (cello) and Peter Zummo (trombone) add a mournful lyricism. “Kiss Me Again,” to all intents and purposes, was written for a gay disco—in this case, the Gallery.

Yet behind the song’s romantic title lies an edgy story of sexual submission that offers a foretaste of Russell’s future move into queer disco. “I need you beside me, the best love that I gave,” opens Valle. “The wind blows, the clouds wave, am I a woman or a slave?” The vocalist then asks, “Ooh baby, is this the woman I want to be?” She goes on to repeat the line “kiss me again” several times before she confesses, “I want to be used.” The explicit S/M theme of domination and submission might have been far removed from the discourse of diva resistance, but it connected with the popularization of leather culture in gay discotheques following the introduction of the Black Party, in effect a leather party, by Michael Fesco at Flamingo in 1975 (Lawrence 2004a: 192). Soon after, Michel Foucault experienced leather and S/M practices during his trip to the West Coast of the United States and was inspired to call for the making “of one’s body a place for the production of extraordinary polymorphic pleasures, while simultaneously detaching it from a valorization of the genitalia and particularly of the male genitalia” (Miller 269). By the early 1990s queer theorists, drawing on Foucault and opposing the belief that sexuality was natural, advocated a sexual politics that, amongst other things, sought out instability and surprise through a demonstration of the constructed, performative nature of sexuality (Butler 1990: 6, 1993: 228; Rubin 9–11; Sedgwick 82–86;Warner vii–xxviii). They also argued that even gay sexuality risked becoming “a minoritizing logic of toleration or simple political interest-representation” that forgot to resist “the normal” (Warner xxvi). Drawing on the unsettling theme of sadomasochism, the lyrics of “Kiss Me Again” anticipated this shifting debate between gay and queer politics.10

The recording of “Kiss Me Again” contained other clues that Russell was on the cusp of shifting from a gay to a queer aesthetic. The performer producer’s use of instrumentation was strange: Disco was familiar with string and brass sections, but it is unlikely that any producer had previously deployed an amplified cello and a trombone on the same record, never mind given them solos.11 Russell also hired not one but two bass players, which confounded the players to such a degree they assumed that their booking agents had made a mistake until Russell explained that he wanted them to both play—and create an undercurrent of threatening, rumbling dissonance (Saltzman 3.8.2005). Most intriguingly of all, Russell asked Valle to bring an element of alarming disturbance into her delivery, believing this would complement the lyrics, and according to Donald Murk, Russell’s steady boyfriend and unofficial manager at the time, the vocalist was sufficiently unnerved by Russell’s request and unhappy with his off-the-wall demean or that she created the desired effect by default (Murk 11.9.2005). Russell then made an error. Unhappy with Byrne’s contribution, he decided to rerecord the rhythm guitar over Valle’s vocal track, believing he could get her to rerecord in a similar style at a later date. But when Valle went back into the studio, she had her wits about her and sang the song in an altogether more soulful manner, and this is the version that ended up on the Sire release (Murk 11.9.2005). Still, the episode reveals the way in which Russell intended to unsettle the roots of gender—and to expose the illicit feelings that can emerge when the known is not immediately available and cracks start to appear in the most frequently performed diva identities.

Before Russell came onto the scene, gay disco was in fact already queer. Even though Richard Dyer doesn’t use the term, his classic essay “In Defence of Disco” articulates this position thanks to his highlighting of the way in which disco’s emphasis on open-ended, mutating polyrhythm and timbre “restores eroticism to the whole body” and contrasts radically with the “indelibly phallo-centric music” of rock (Dyer 523). Whereas rock confines “sexuality to the cock” (Dyer 523), disco opens up into an open-ended way of becoming that coheres with Butler’s conception of the queer body, as well as subsequent theorizations developed by critics such as Elizabeth Grosz and Rosi Braidotti, who together, as Jeremy Gilbert writes, “have all in different ways sought to develop a politics of embodied identity which is radically materialist as well as explicitly feminist and pro-queer in character” (Gilbert forthcoming). Suzanne Cusick, in her chapter in Queering the Pitch: The New Gay and Lesbian Musicology, suggests that queer music might combine elements that are normally understood to be “masculine” and “feminine” in one piece in order to upset notions of any stable, essential gendered self (76). Susan McClary, in a chapter written for Microphone Fiends, similarly argues, “the music itself—especially as it intersects with the body and destabilizes accepted norms of subjectivity, gender and sexuality—is precisely where the politics of music often reside” (McClary 32). With regard to disco, Gilbert adds, “Dyer’s ‘all-body-eroticism’ would seem to be precisely the objective of a queer musicology’s erotic politics, informed at once by a rigorous anti-essentialism and by Cusick’s rather beautiful suggestion that ‘music is sex’” (Gilbert forthcoming). 

Implicit here is the way in which queer disco was felt as a corporeal phenomenon (rather than understood as a signifying text) on the dance floor. Reflecting this experience, songwriters, producers and remixers started to condense their disco vocals into bite-sized injunctions that complemented the dance floor dynamic (Hughes 149). “Dance Dance Dance” sang Chic, while Taana Gardner instructed her listeners to “Work That Body.” Indeed the seemingly mundane experience of dancing in a discotheque in the 1970s was itself a likely entry point into queerness thanks to the fact that the 1970s version of discotheque culture, in contrast to its 1960s articulation, broke with the long-established practice of partnered social dancing in favor of freeform movement in which participants danced solo-within-the-crowd (Lawrence forthcoming). The highly affective environment of the dance floor—in which bodies were penetrated by sound, came into contact with other bodies, and experienced further disorientation thanks to lighting and drug effects—destabilized normative conceptions of sexuality and boundedness still further. And there can be little doubt that gay men, along with women, were the key protagonists of early 1970s disco culture because they were less invested than straight men in holding onto the dominant form of the autonomous, rational, masculine self.12

By the second half of the 1970s, however, disco’s queer-affective ethos was coming under threat. Released in the same month Russell laid down the initial tracks for “Kiss Me Again,” Saturday Night Fever reflected and reinforced the reappropriation of the dance floor by patriarchal heterosexuality, whereby dancers—in this case John Travolta and his cohustlers— could only take to the floor as part of a straight couple in which the man led the woman (Gilbert and Pearson 11; Lawrence 2004a: 304–7). From the beginning of 1978 onwards, disco was suburbanized according to this regressive template, and the influence of the mercilessly hierarchical and celebrity-fixated Studio 54 normalized queer disco still further. Even the music began to lose its queer qualities as the major record companies jumped on disco belatedly in the belief that anything with a four-on-the-floor beat would sell in a nanosecond (Lawrence 2004a: 320–21; Shapiro 222–25). The genre, once queer, began to sound stale.

Yet the terrain of the dance floor, vulnerable as it might have been to this form of conservative lassoing, remained a potentially progressive site for queer experimentation, and this became the key theme for Russell’s next disco 12-inch, “Is It All Over My Face?” which amounted to a radical aesthetic intervention at a point when disco was settling into two dominant strains: Eurodisco and, for want of a better term, R&B disco.

Eurodisco emerged in the mid-70s and revolved around a simplification of early disco’s polyrhythmic percussion, which it reduced to a pounding bass beat (Lawrence 2004a: 175, 252–57). In addition, Eurodisco turned the elaborate melodic and harmonic sequences of artists such as the Love Unlimited Orchestra and MFSB into a staple feature and added to them a range of thematic narratives that were played out in lyrics, song titles, and album covers. The resulting aesthetic amounted to the racialization of European art music, which was hauled through the traditions of Memphis, New York, Philadelphia, Havana and the urban centers of the Black Atlantic (Gilroy), yet its latent whiteness remained sufficiently explicit for the music to be played more regularly in white gay venues such as Flamingo than black gay venues such as the Paradise Garage. R&B disco, meanwhile, combined soul music’s emphasis on groove, emotion, and feel (Guralnick 6–15) with the pristine production values of the 1970s recording studio. Slick yet selfconsciously black records such as Chic’s “Good Times” and Sister Sledge’s “We Are Family” were typical of this strain of disco, and although a number of R&B-oriented disco records crossed over into venues such as the Saint—Sylvester’s “You MakeMe Feel (Mighty Real)”was a notable example—they remained much more popular in the Garage (Lawrence 2004a: 295, 355). 

Even though Russell’s primary compositional and performance mode was in European avant-garde art music, soft rock and folk, he aligned himself explicitly with the black music tradition when he entered the studio to record “Is It All Over My Face?” The Ingram brothers, an established R&B rhythm section led by James Ingram, and three black vocalists— Robert Green, Leon McElroy, and Melvina Woods—were invited to deliver the lyrics. Bob Blank, who was fast developing a reputation as being the hottest engineer of R&B-driven disco, was employed to run the studio, and the recording sessions, which took place in February and March 1979, were held in Blank Tapes Studios, where he worked. Nevertheless Russell, reacting perhaps to the way in which the smooth disco aesthetic was becoming stale in the aftermath of the unprecedented commercial success of Saturday Night Fever, sought to tweak the song’s most prominent racial markers. The drummer was instructed to play behind the beat to the point of punk carelessness, and the final recording is loose to the point of being arhythmic. In addition, the vocalists were asked to sing against the grain of soul, with their delivery deadpan, flat and discordant.

The title and lyrics of “Is It” point to the way in which Russell, along with coproducer Steve D’Acquisto, a Loft insider who met Russell at the Gallery, wanted to make a record that evoked the gay dance floor. The lyrics—“Is it all over my face? I’m in love dancing”—were written after Murk caught Russell dancing with another man in the Buttermilk Bottom, a popular gay venue in the late 1970s. “I found Arthur dancing with some cute guy and there was some communication between Arthur and the guy that made me angry,” says Murk. “I could see they liked each other and if Arthur hadn’t been going home with me he would have gone home with this guy. It disturbed me very much” (Murk 11.9.2005). This kind of lyrical content is a little riskier than Sylvester’s wholesome “You Make Me Feel,” which is implicitly directed towards a single gay partner who, when he touches Sylvester, makes the vocalist feel “mighty real.” According to Murk, Russell was doing what many gay men did in these situations—dancing and flirting with other guys he fancied—but Murk was not accustomed to this kind of behavior and they rowed over the incident. Russell wrote “Is It All” soon after as a hymn to cruising, yet was a clever enough wordsmith to evoke two additional layers of meaning: That he was not in love with someone else dancing, but was in love with the experience of dancing; and that the “it” referred to semen. Dancers, revelling in a vulgarity that made Donna Summer’s auto-erotic groans on “Love to Love You Baby” seem positively refined, preferred the final interpretation (DePino 30.3.2005; Feldman 16.9.1997; Hall 7.10.2004). Whatever the interpretation, “Is It” brushed aside Carl Bean’s and Sylvester’s concerns with coming out and proclaiming their gay identity with the business of being gay—cruising, dancing, even coming 

The second reading of “Is It”—that Russell did not fall in love with someone else while dancing, but was in love with the experience of dancing, itself surely a queer twist on gay identity—is given added potency thanks to the way in which Russell and D’Acquisto approached the recording session. Green, McElroy, and Woods were not professional vocalists but were found on the dance floor of the Loft, where they would sing along to Mancuso’s selections with a spontaneous vibrancy that Russell might have felt was difficult to extract from a trained singer (such as Valle. . .) (Lawrence 1999). Russell and D’Acquisto’s explicit intention was to recreate the energy of the discotheque on vinyl, a strategy that highlighted the radical potential of the dance floor to be a productive site of music making (rather than just the passive recipient of prerecorded sounds). In order to recreate the energy of the Loft, D’Acquisto and Russell went into Blank Tapes late at night on a full moon—they both believed that recording on a full moon would enhance the creative energy of the session—and did everything they could to engineer a party atmosphere in the studio. “The session took place at four in the morning, and Arthur and Steve showed up with all of these people from the Loft,” says Blank. “I remember that being the moment I saw there was a different vibe out there in the trenches. It was like a circus” (Blank 15.7.2004). 

The Ingram Brothers must have wondered what they had let themselves in for, and their puzzlement would have only increased when they heard the final version of “Is It All,” which edited out Woods and dived deep into a rough, homoerotic aesthetic that had little in common with the pumping, harmonic choruses of the Village People or the signifying-feminine of Sylvester’s heartfelt falsetto. The closest parallel to “Is It All” was “Walk the Night,” a dark and sinister song that was recorded by the leather-clad Skatt Brothers and released by Casablanca. “Is It,” which was significantly more discordant, dived even further into the queer abyss and proved to be too threatening and off-kilter for both David Mancuso, who liked his music to be expansive and life-affirming, and Garage DJ Larry Levan, who was still drawn, at this point, to R&B-oriented disco (Mancuso 29.3.2005; De-Pino 30.3.2005; Lawrence 2004a: 295). Mel Cheren, whose West End label paid for the original recording session, was also deeply worried about the record’s brusque aesthetic, and when Levan sneaked into the label’s office one lunchtime to grab the multitrack tapes and lay down a hurried remix, Cheren was initially angry but ultimately relieved to be able to put out a more conventional remix (Cheren 266; DePino 30.3.2005; Kevorkian 31.3.2005). Rereleased as the “Female Version” of “Is It All Over My Face?” the Levan remix cut out the male vocals, as well as Russell’s scratchy cello; edited down the sprawling original; highlighted the stripped down groove of the Ingram Brothers; and utilized the Woods vocal track—which was still utterly strange in terms of harmonic progression (there was no progress), but remained a little less threatening than the expressionless growls of Green and McElroy.

Steven Hall, one of Russell’s best friends and most important musical collaborators, was disappointed. “They decided to go with the standard female vocal, which I think is a shame, . . . .” he says. “It made it into a boring straight narrative [if the female sings, the semen is on her face, not those of the men . . .] when it really should have been a gay anthem” (Hall 18.12.2004). Russell was happy with the exposure generated by the Levan remix. “Arthur didn’t think it was bad to have another version, . . . .” says Murk. “He thought they were so totally different. But he thought his was superior.” Murk adds that Russell had omitted Woods from what became known as the “Male Version” because “he liked those really dark voices. There was a little bit of menace to it” (Murk 11.9.2005). Both versions can be considered among the earliest songs of queer disco: They engaged with black music yet chizelled away at the idea of a black essence; an artistic amateurism that mirrored the ethos of punk and new wave ran through both of the mixes; and the Russell and Levan mixes both addressed questions of gayness explicitly, and in a way that was unsettling to any notion of gay assimilation. Black-not-black and gay-not-gay, “Is It” anticipated the early 1980s phenomenon of disco-not-disco, otherwise known as mutant disco, which amounted to a ruder, punk-influenced dance sound. Studio slickness was dumped unceremoniously and replaced with a rougher, earthier edginess (Reynolds 383–402; Shapiro 256–58). Within disco, the unlikely figure of a classically trained cellist from Oskaloosa led the way. 

Russell’s next major dance track, “Go Bang,” which was recorded in 1979 and released in 1981 on the album 24 ← 24 and as an inspired François Kevorkian remix in 1982, contains lyrics that are even more concise than Russell’s previous dance releases: “I want to see all my friends at once, go bang!” As with “Is It,” the words sound like they might be made for male masturbation, and the gruff, out-of-tune male vocal that defined the original recording of “Is It” appears again to deliver the line “I want to see all my friend at once.” The black and flamingly queer baritone Julius Eastman—who was best known for his performance in the postclassical opera Eight Songs for a Mad King—sings the “go bang” conclusion, beginning at a subterranean register before scaling three and a half octaves to end on an orgasmic high. Kevorkian’s remix, which highlighted Eastman’s clip and tightened up Russell’s diffuse if compelling original, became Levan’s favorite record at the Garage. Russell and his partner, Tom Lee, would go to the King Street venue in order to hear the song thunder out of the world’s most powerful sound system and witness some two thousand black gay men dance to its groove and peak in an explosive culmination of energy—the very purpose of the song’s explicit lyric, which intersects with Foucault’s queer conception of nongenital pleasure, which superseded conceptions of gay identity. As Jim Feldman, a regular on the Garage dance floor remarks, “Sex was subsumed to the music and was worked out in the dancing. It was like having sex with everyone. It was very unifying.” (Lawrence 2004a: 353) 

The fluidity (and radical nature) of Russell’s vision is suggested by the inclusion of Lola Blank’s startling rendition of the song’s title—“Bang go-bang-bang go-bang-go, Go bang bang bang go-bang it back”—which confirmed that women featured among Russell’s “friends.” Blank’s rendition was telling in itself. A backing vocalist for James Brown, Blank, the wife of Bob Blank, was known for her classic soul/gospel voice, but in the studio Russell encouraged her to sing against everything she knew—everything that evoked the human, sensual, warm, melodic, nurturing black woman. “Most of the R&B singers are gospel, . . . .” says Lola Blank. “You’ve heard one, you’ve heard them all. For me, recording with Arthur was a time when I could be creative and fun. It was a time when I could go a bit crazy” (Blank 29.7.2005). Hall, who talks regularly of Russell’s gay lifestyle, insists that Russell always maintained a politics that was open to and inclusive of women—and was also queer for this reason (Hall 23.1.2006). Blank’s presence in “Go Bang” suggests that when Russell writes that he wants to see all his friends at once go bang, he is talking about women as well as men.

This combination of politics and aesthetics is articulated further in the song’s instrumental structure. Once again the Ingram Brothers were hired and their groove, which this time around was tight rather than intentionally loose, and provided the foundation for a radical, shifting collage of instrumental solos and vocal clips. The record includes Peter Zummo’s ska-like chromatic trombone lines; Russell’s plucked, funky cello; a Julius Eastman organ solo that starts out as feel-oriented jazz before it surges into a psychedelic haze; and Timmy Ingram’s driving congas. Along the way “Go Bang” builds up and breaks down, with Eastman and Blank’s clips, along with the gruff vocalists, woven into Russell’s ethereal and eclectic texture. Russell did not just want to see all his dancing friends at once; he also wanted to see all his musician friends at once, even if musical convention suggested they should have been kept apart. “Go Bang” should not have worked, but became one of the most popular dance releases of the 1980s.

Yet “Go Bang” was not rotated in the best-known white gay venues of the era. Along with “Is It All,” it was considered to be “too raw and stripped down” for the white gay crowd at the Saint, according to resident DJ Robbie Leslie (Leslie 15.3.2006). It was at the Saint that the quasi-mythical A-list dancer, who was born at the Tenth Floor and became entrenched at Flamingo, began to believe in his own immortality, at least until AIDS cut short the dream. As with the “heroic masculinities” identified by Judith Halberstam in Female Masculinity, the heroic masculinity of the dancers at the Saint depended “on the subordination of alternative masculinities” (Halberstam 1998: 1). The Garage was rejected as a inferior venue that might be visited on a “slumming trip” (Lee 18.2.2004), with Levan derided for his emphasis on R&B-oriented sounds (Lawrence 2004a: 425–26). At the Saint, the music rarely veered away from Hi-NRG, a musical form that, in Dyer’s terms, evoked the pounding, restrictive phallocentrism of rock (even if it was complemented with “sweet” vocals).13 This aesthetic shift reflected the way in which the Saint became the most sexually charged white gay venue of its type. Whereas previous white gay venues evoked sex, sex never took place. Instead, men would wait until the end of the night, when they would routinely head to the bathhouses. But at the Saint sex—which took place on the venue’s balconies—became a core part of the experience, and the relentless phallocentric music would have worked as an appropriate soundtrack to these activities. As John Giove, awhite gay dancer who danced regularly at both the Saint and the Garage, notes: “The Saint queens did not like their music black. They liked their black divas wailing to a Hi-NRG beat (think Evelyn Thomas ‘High Energy’) or to a Euro-beat (think Phyllis Nelson ‘Don’t Stop the Train’), but the real black music did not get played there” (Giove 17.11.2005). Giove adds: “The music at the Garage had feeling and emotion. When Larry Levan started playing MFSB’s ‘Love is the Message,’ you never knew where he was going to go with it. That song could be the background and then he would mix in and then out other songs. Larry was the only DJ that could put together ‘Go Bang’ by Dinosour L and MFSB” (Giove 24.11.2005). 

Having set out on a gay, if somewhat dark, aesthetic in “Kiss Me Again,” Russell soon began to blend black forms with avant-garde experimentation. The results were arguably the first and most sustained offerings of queer disco. “I think Arthur’s work was more sexual than homosexual, . . . .” says Hall. “He was inclusive in a way that even some early gay pride pioneers were not in terms of straight sexuality, and he was also informed by his experiences with women. It is limiting to think of his music through the gay prism” (Hall 23.1.2006). More than any other contemporary recording artist, Russell established the musical co-ordinates by which dancers could shift from the terrain of gay to queer disco. In so doing, he mapped out a way in which dance music could connect with both gay and straight dancers while embracing, in the face of the “Disco Sucks” backlash of 1979, an aesthetically credible future. Russell only received fleeting recognition for his music when it was released, however, and even though he produced a panoramic range of records during his short lifetime, he died in relative anonymity in 1992 (as a result of complications from AIDS). As disco, filtered through the contemporary dance sounds of house and techno, as well as the discoized pop of Madonna and the Scissor Sisters, continues to drum its drums and twirl its twirls, now would seem to be as good a time as any to do what Russell might have always wanted us to do: Kiss him again.

 

Acknowledgment

I would like to thank Aaron Lecklider for his valuable comments on an earlier draft of this article.

 

Original interviews

Abrams, Alan. 20.7.2005.

Blank, Bob. 15.7.2004.

Blank, Lola. 29.7.2005.

Brooks, Ernie. 16.11.2004.

DePino, David. 30.3.2005.

Feldman, Jim. 16.9.1997.

Fujii, Muriel. 3.2.2004;10.2.2004.

Giove, John. 17.11.2005; 24.11.2005.

Gordon, Peter. 1.7.2003.

Goshorn, Kent. 12.9.2005.

Hall, Steven. 7.10.2004; 30.11.2004; 18.12.2004; 23.1.2006.

Kevorkian, Fran¸cois. 31.3.2005.

Lee, Stuart. 18.2.2004.

Leslie, Robbie. 15.3.2006.

Mancuso, David. 29.3.2005.

Mathieu, Walter. 7.12.2004.

Murk, Donald. 11.9.2005.

Murray, Sydney. 1.9.2005.

Russells, Chuck and Emily. 6.4.2004.

Saltzman, Larry. 3.8.2005.

Siano, Nicky. 3.11.2004.

Stearns, Robert. 22.7.2005.

Van Weelden, Leon. 20.7.2005.

Whittier, Jeff. 1.8.2005; 2.8.2005

Zummo, Peter. 31.3.2005.

 

Discography

 

Bean, Carl. “I Was Born This Way.” Motown (1977).

Chic. “Dance Dance Dance (Yowsah, Yowsah, Yowsah).” Atlantic (1977).

———. “Good Times.” Atlantic (1979).

Davies, Peter Maxwell. “Eight Songs for a Mad King.” On The Fires of London. Unicorn-Kanchana (1999).

Dinosaur. “Kiss Me Again.” Sire (1978).

Dinosaur L. 24 ← 24 Music. Sleeping Bag (1981).

———. “Go Bang.” Sleeping Bag (1982).

———. “Go Bang (Fran¸cois Kevorkian Remix).” Sleeping Bag (1982).

Holloway, Loleatta. “Hit and Run (Walter Gibbons Remix).” Gold Mind (1977).

Jo, Patti. “Make Me Believe in You.” Wand (1973).

Gardner, Taana. “Work That Body.” West End (1979).

Gaynor, Gloria. “Never Can Say Goodbye.” MGM (1974).

Loose Joints. “Is It All Over My Face?” West End (1980).

———. “Is It All Over My Face? (Female Vocal) (Larry Levan Remix).” West End (1980).

Russell, Arthur. Instrumentals. Crepuscule (1984).

Sister Sledge. “We Are Family.” Cotillion (1979).

Skatt Brothers. “Walk the Night.” Casablanca (1979).

South Shore Commission. “Free Man (Tom Moulton Remix).”Wand (1975).

Sylvester. “You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real).” Fantasy (1978).

 

 

Notes

1. Originally recorded as a down-tempo ballad, “You MakeMe Feel” was transformed into a disco song by Patrick Cowley. As Sylvester told David Diebold, who chronicled the SF disco scene of the 1970s and early 1980s in his book Tribal Rites, “here were all of these people putting out disco, making lots of money and becoming famous and everything, so we thought  ‘why not?’ We’ll put it out and nobody will like it and we certainly won’t like it, but we’ll do it.” (Diebold 29)

2. The only all-gay venues at the time were the Continental Baths, which was first and foremost a bathhouse and secondarily a disco, and the Ice Palace and the Sandpiper, which were situated on Fire Island, the popular gay holiday resort, and as such were seasonal holiday outposts. The most influential venues of the early 1970s—the Loft and the Sanctuary—were mixed in terms of race and sexuality, even if gay men provided the most important constituency. It was not until the Tenth Floor opened at the end of 1972 that a homogeneous gay disco experience emerged. By this point, New York State Law had been revised to permit men to dance with each other (Lawrence 2004a). 

3. The gay liberationists of the early 1970s, as Steven Epstein notes, rejected “the notion of ‘the homosexual’ as a distinct type . . . in favour of a left Freudian view of human sexuality as ‘polymorphously perverse’” (252). Dennis Altman looked forward to the emergence of a “new human” who would regard the distinctions between masculine and feminine identities as irrelevant. For many activists, the assumption of a gay identity was regarded as a strategic step on the path to a truer bisexual identity: Gayness would be occupied until it became acceptable to wider society, at which point the gay liberationists would move into bisexual mode.

4. Predominantly black gay private parties—such as the Loft, the Gallery, SoHo Place, Reade Street and, from 1977 onwards, the Paradise Garage—tended to be less homogeneous than their white gay equivalents because, first, David Mancuso, the host of the Loft, the pioneering private party, cultivated a “mixed crowd” ethos and, second, because the most influential black gay private venues were owned by white men. This made it much more likely that they would veer towards a multiracial make up.

5. The disco diva has been highlighted by some authors (Hughes 151–153; Lawrence 2004a: 178, 221, 254, 328–29, 371–72, 378, 435), but goes missing just when you would expect to deepen your acquaintance with her (Shapiro). Even Disco Divas:Woman, Gender and Popular Culture in the 1970s—could there be a more promising title?—contains just one chapter on women and popular music. In that chapter, disco divas are barely a subplot.

6. Loleatta Holloway’s “Hit and Run,” remixed by Walter Gibbons, is the prime example of this technique (Lawrence 2004a). 

7. Patti Jo’s “Make Me Believe in You,” a sparse, almost metallic Curtis Mayfield production released in 1973, was one of the first vocal tracks to be picked up by the all-white, all-gay crowd at the Tenth Floor. (Andrew Holleran references the song in his fictionalization of the white gay private disco scene, Dancer from the Dance (38).) The relationship between gay men, female divas and the rise of disco was institutionalized with a nod and a wink the following year when gay DJs and dancers crowned Gloria Gaynor as “Queen of Disco” at Le Jardin. Gaynor’s debut release for MGM, “Never Can Say Goodbye,” had been unceremoniously sidelined by the record company, but gay DJs rotated the record regularly, gay dancers went out and bought the vinyl, and the record started to climb up the charts, even though it was not being promoted by the company and was not being played on radio. The record was an early instance of the power of the “pink pound” and the key influence gay tastemakers (Lawrence 2004a:148–49, 178).

8. If anything, the experience is closer towhat Judith Halberstam has described as the trope of lesbian sincerity,which “ rejects the association of all things queer with irony, camp, critical distance and innovation” (Halberstam 2005). 9. This was in sharp contrast to previous dance movements, including the Twist, in which records were short and dancers tended to spend a relatively short time on the floor before adjourning to the bar (Lawrence forthcoming).

10. As Gayle Rubin notes, “Unmarried couples living together, masturbation, and some forms of homosexuality are moving in the direction of respectability.” She adds, “Promiscuous homosexuality, sadomasochism, fetishism, transsexuality, and cross-generational encounters are still viewed as unmodulated horrors incapable of involving affection, love, free choice, kindness, or transcendence” (Rubin 15).

11. Other disco records had gone down the “sinister” path, including CJ & Co.’s “Devil’s Gun.” 

12. As Ramsay Burt puts it, “Gay male dancing bodies signify the possibility that men can dissolve in pleasure within the leaky boundaries not of women but of other men. This blurring of masculine subjects and objects destabilizes notions of male objectivity and rationality that, within Enlightenment thought, guaranteed the disinterestedness of the rational unitary subject” (Burt 211).

13. Intriguingly, Dyer went to live in New York soon after he published “In Defence of Disco.” After he arrived he started to date a black man and danced at the Paradise Garage—not the Saint. His experiences with black gay New York prompted him to write White, one of the most influential racial interrogations of whiteness.

 

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New York, 1987. The city's dancers are walking around in a daze. Throughout the seventies, they knew that the most innovative DJs, the best sound systems and the most dynamic party spaces were indisputably theirs. When the disco bubble burst in the second half of 1979, New York's night owls, gravitating to the Paradise Garage, Better Days, the Loft, Bond's and the soon-to-open Danceteria, Saint and Funhouse, didn't miss a beat. Thanks to the chaotically creative cross-fertilisation of dance, hip hop, electro and new wave, the early eighties were as audaciously vibrant and as thoroughly New York-like as anything that had passed in the seventies. But by 1987, the city's dance aficionados, facing a barrage of friendly fire (from without) and unfriendly fire (from within), had lost their footing to the point where they were no longer sure of their place in the dance music cosmos.

The friendly fire began when a motley collection of know-nothing Chicago kids ("producers" seems too elevated a title) started to knock out a form of raw and energised dance music -- "house" -- that took New York's hardened clubbers, DJs, producers and remixers by surprise. Many could barely disguise their disdain for such a manifestly rudimentary form of dance music, but they began to look isolated when Chicago house acts scampered up the UK charts in late 1986 and early 1987. That isolation deepened when the Chicago subgenre of Acid house, which offended almost every known New York sensibility, including those of an unapologetically disdainful Frankie Knuckles, began to cause veritable mayhem across the Atlantic in the second half of 1987 and the first half of 1988. Meanwhile Detroit Techno, which was also passed over by New Yorkers, started to establish regional and international footholds via releases from Model 500, Rhythim Is Rhythim and Santonio. All of a sudden, New York was no longer the home of generic innovation or the sole arbiter of cutting edge sensibilities.

Then again, the small talk of aesthetic sensibilities hardly seemed to matter when AIDS, the unfriendly fire from within, began to exact its then-lethal menace. By the mid-eighties dancers were dropping in significant numbers and in 1987 the owner of the Paradise Garage, Michael Brody, who was sick, announced that his venue, which had established itself as the unrivalled Mecca for international clubbers, was going to close over the last weekend in September. Larry Levan, the club's legendary DJ, played for most of the event, and when he cut the sound during First Choice's "Let No Man Put Asunder" on the Saturday night his dancers sang the missing line, It's not over, between you and me. As if they were throwing confetti at a funeral, unidentified partygoers started to scatter slips of paper that read "Save the Garage" around the venue and the guerrilla action, half flippant, half serious, inspired the gathered throng to dance even harder. But as the event entered its last twenty-four hours, and as limbs started to grow weary, the mood shifted from celebratory denial to barely controlled grief. Physically and psychologically shattered, dancers began to squat down and shake their heads in disbelief. When the party drew to a close at nine a.m., they lit candles and cried.

 To many, the closure of the Garage marked the end of an era of musical dominance and during the last three months of 1987 there were few indications of rejuvenation and renewal. With the Loft and the Saint about to close, and the Sound Factory and the Shelter yet to open, an ominous vacuum lay at the centre of New York's Nightworld, and it was far from clear that the city's music makers were in a position to fill the void. Levan, the most influential remixer of his generation, had all but stopped working in the studio and (in the words of his Garage alternate and close confident David DePino) "was in a mess." Music acts such as Blaze ("If You Should Need a Friend") were emerging in tandem with labels such as Movin' Records, Ace Beat, Jump Street and Quark, although many felt that the most soulful sounds were being produced by Chicagoan Marshall Jefferson (Ce Ce Rogers "Some Day", Ten City "Devotion"). Def Mix (Judy Weinstein and David Morales) was incorporated at the end of 1987, but the organization would only acquire its powerhouse credentials when Frankie Knuckles joined the team a year later. "Little" Louie Vega and Kenny "Dope" Gonzalez, the dominant house production force of the first half of the 1990s, had yet to form Masters at Work. New York's renowned house labels -- Nu Groove, Strictly Rhythm and Nervous -- had yet to release any records.

When Todd Terry entered this scene of relative stasis towards the end of 1987, he seemed to be part of the problem, not the solution. In a scene where everyone wanted to be in, he was strikingly aloof. Instead of indulging in the trademark talk of community, coming together and love, Terry saw the world in terms of competition, money and pragmatics. Unlike his peers, who would excitedly reveal their influences ("Larry Levan", "Tee Scott", "Bruce Forest", "David Mancuso") and their favourite hangouts ("The Garage", "Better Days", "The Loft"), he would simply shrug his shoulders and, as if he lived in a parallel universe, haltingly list an alternative group of favoured spinners ("DJ Baby J", "Jazzy J", "DJ Raul", "Jellybean", "Tony Smith", "Grandmaster Flash", "Steven Lewis") and locations ("Roseland", "The Roxy", "Club Northmoore", "The Funhouse", "125th Street", "The World"). His preferred music wasn't disco or dance or house, but rap and Latin hip hop/freestyle. He didn't so much scowl as not smile. Yet by the autumn of 1988 Terry had established himself as the hottest house producer in the city -- by quite some distance.

Born in Brooklyn in 1967, Terry started to work as a mobile DJ, spinning records at street parties and school events, plus the occasional wedding. Taking advantage of the devolved and democratised conditions of music production made possible by the introduction of cheap drum machine and synthesiser technology in the first half of the 1980s, Terry (along with neighbourhood buddies Trac and Mike Delgado) began to record raw hip hop beat tracks for his DJ sets and in 1987 he "started adding sounds" to his music. The record companies weren't interested. "I could never get a deal for the rap," he says. "I tried to take it to the labels but they weren't into it." The young producer's self-belief remained in tact. "That music was way ahead of its time."

In order to make ends meet, Terry turned from hip hop to freestyle and produced a string of cuts including Masters at Work "Alright Alright" and "Dum Dum Cry" (the name was borrowed from his friend Kenny "Dope" Gonzalez; both records were released on Fourth Floor in 1987) and Giggles "Love Letters" (which Terry co-produced with Eddie Mercado and Zahid Tariq for Cutting Records in 1987). Around the same time, Terry also released "Flight 16" on Cutting Records, which he says was his "first ever dance track". "When I made it, it didn't really have any kind of genre," he comments on Trust the DJ. "People tried to call it different things, but it was pretty much in the middle of everything. It had elements of hip-hop, elements of house and elements of jungle."

Terry's breakthrough slab of vinyl -- and his first fully-fledged house track -- was "Party People", which he laid down in the autumn of 1987. Operating out of a makeshift bedroom studio that consisted of a sampler and a modest collection of drum machines, including the Casio RZ1, Terry laid down a foundation of beats that consisted of a tough, dry four-on-the-floor bass, a swarm of sibilant hi-hats and snares, and a loop of aggressively funky punched-out toms. Into this structure, which was more reminiscent of the locomotive funk of James Brown than the build and break of disco, Terry wove a series of disconnected, floating samples (including "Gotta have house music" and "P-p-p-p-party people") and rhythmic synth stabs. Disorienting yet structured, claustrophobic yet euphoric, "Party People" became the grounding template for decentred, sample-driven dance, a montage-oriented art form that took dancers on a furious drive into the unknown. As Simon Reynolds later put it in Energy Flash, "Party People" "is like a series of crescendos and detonations, a frenzy of context-less intensities without rhyme or reason."

"Little" Louie Vega, an up-and-coming DJ who was working at Heartthrob, remembers the moment he first received "Party People". "This guy came up to the booth and said, 'My name is Todd Terry. I just wanted to give you these new jams,'" recalls the spinner, who proceeded to listen to the track through his headphones. "I was like, 'Wow! This is powerful!'" Vega put on the tape straight away. "There was an instant reaction on the dance floor," he says. "I was playing 'Party People' six to nine months before it came out, so I got everybody into that sound." If Terry was excited, he didn't let on. "'Party People' was my first hit and my first house record," he says matter-of-factly. "There was a demand for house and I made it."

Over the next twelve months, Terry proceeded to produce, he estimates, an astonishing forty sides of material. "On average, a week for a single and two weeks for an album," he told NME in November 1988. "I don't waste time. I go in with the ideas, get them down and cut them. If I get a roll on things I can put together an album in two weeks." This was the production cycle of a streetwise pragmatist, not a studio perfectionist. "I hear most people spend a year and a lotta money," he added. "Most albums cost anything from 50 to 100 grand but I'd spend five grand. And that's exaggeratin' it."

Terry's year of relentless production began with Royal House "Can You Party" (which included the infamous police siren coda and "Can You Feel It?/"Ooh, baby" chants), Black Riot "A Day In the Life" (which revolved around a steady groove and riveting synth line) and the Todd Terry Project "Bango" (which sampled Lola Blank's stranger-than-strange vocal on Dinosaur L's "Go Bang"). Then, in close succession and an impossible-to-trace sequence, he delivered "In the Name of Love" (Swan Lake), "Weekend" (Todd Terry Project), "Yeah Buddy" (Royal House), "Just Wanna Dance" (Todd Terry Project), "Back to the Beat" (Todd Terry Project), "Dreams of Santa Anna/The Texan" (Orange Lemon) and "I'll House You" (Jungle Brothers). Albums by Royal House, the Todd Terry Project and Black Riot appeared in a synchronised storm at the end of the year. With no interest in pausing for breath, Terry promising a fourth LP -- by Swan Lake -- at the beginning of 1989.

There was no known precedent for this kind of output, at least not in dance, and despite the conveyor-belt aesthetic of Terry's beats-with-samples music this was no dance floor fodder. Louie Vega and David Morales struck up a tight alliance with Terry that was almost certainly motivated by the utilitarian motive of laying their itchy DJ fingers on his latest vinyl, and in the UK, where dance mania was gathering pace, dancers and journalists alike crowned him the undisputed producer of the year (and this in an era before the dance press acquired its penchant for drum-roll hyperbole).

Blues & Soul commented in June that Terry was "creating all the tremors around the dance floors". In October 1988 the Face noted, "In the past year Todd has quietly built up an awesome catalogue of dance floor hits". Then, in November, MixMag pronounced Terry to be "the current superstar of House Music" before adding, "the style of Todd Terry's house music cannot be classified as anything except his own". The NME simultaneously dubbed Terry as "possibly the ultimate producer", "the undisputed Heavyweight of House" and "'88's most reluctant face." Jay Strongman, reviewing the year in dance for MixMag, concluded the rave reviews by noting, "Todd Terry took the dance floors by storm with his electric mix of hip hop beats and house rhythms." He added, "The undisputed producer of the year… it wasn't unusual to hear jocks spinning five or six Terry productions in a row in clubs right across the country." In most of these articles, Terry was unblushingly referred to as "Todd the God".

The majors inevitably started to approach Terry with remix opportunities, but the producer kept his distance. "What they really want is for me to make it sound like a Todd Terry record," he told the Face in October. "They expect me to fix up their messes and make them hits. That's why I stick to my projects -- I don't like to involve too many people, because it gets out of hand after a while." Terry's modus operandi of lightning quick productions and near-instantaneous releases on shrewd independents reinforced his belief that working with the majors would end in frustration. "I can't handle the way in which the majors work," he told MixMag. "They just don't wanna understand dance music. I mean their release schedules are so delayed that by the time they get the record out, the tune's almost died. It has to be spontaneous."

Throughout this period, Terry, rarely seen outside his home studio and unreadable when he was, thickened the mystique surrounding his identity by deploying a series of pseudonyms that pointed towards different styles within his output. Royal House, he noted, "is rap style", Black Riot leant "towards an R&B style", Orange Lemon was "Latin-hip-hop-House" and the Todd Terry Project was "more commercial dance". In fact the sonic line that ran between these moniker-guises -- a Kraftwerkian mechanical-yet-funky beat overlaid with a cornucopia of samples -- was always more notable than any differences. Yet the monikers served a legal purpose inasmuch as they enabled Terry, acting in octopus overdrive, to avoid any legal skirmishes as he simultaneously extended his tentacles into several different labels. In marketing terms, his schizoid identity also helped him release more than one track at a time without competing against himself.

Terry's aesthetic inevitably drew parallels with rap, and his open preference for rap over house seemingly confirmed the suspicion that he his clandestine project was to bring hip hop aesthetics into Clubland. "There are few precedents for Todd Terry's work-in-progress," commented NME. "The closest you'll come is Kurtis Mantronik's early work, a series of techno-rap grooves bearing the tell tale signatures and subliminal auto suggestion of an aural obsessive." The parallel was far from outlandish. Like Mantronoix, Terry was concerned with transforming and relocating sound sources within a playful, up-tempo beat framework, and the potential for house and hip hop (which were being played back-to-back in a number of New York spots) to engage in a productive exchange was confirmed when the Jungle Brothers hooked up with Terry and laid a rap over "Party People". "This is the next step in rap music," declared Dance Music Report, "as it gets big in the clubs."

Terry maintains that no subterfuge (or otherwise) strategy existed -- "I wasn't trying to make a statement. I was just having fun with it and paying the bills" -- and that Chicago rather than the Bronx was his key reference point. "I just manipulated the Chicago house sound," says Terry. "I was basically stealing their sound. Marshall Jefferson 'Move Your Body', Steve 'Silk' Hurley 'Music Is the Key', Adonis 'No Way Back' -- those records were definitely my influence. They were the originals, and I just copied them and gave it a New York feel." Yet Terry's take on "New York" was certainly more ghetto than Garage, and that predilection came into focus when the offshoot genres of "deep house" and "garage" or "deep house" came into focus following the closure of Brody's King Street venue.

"When New York's Paradise Garage closed, the city lost part of its pulse, leaving only a brand of Eighties disco called Garage," David Toop wrote in the Face in December 1988. "In Chicago, it became known as Deep House, but out in the hinterlands of New Jersey where the music is now made, they call it simply Club; no passing dance fad, but part of a tradition that stretches back to a time when emotion was more important than the digital burn." Jefferson, who was pioneering the sound, told Toop: "One thing I don't like about modern music… ahh, people don't give you time to do a long crescendo." Jefferson concluded, "You have to go for the throat right off the bat. You have to go for sensationalism or the label says it's not a hit. There's no more mood music, man, anymore. That's what music needs now."

Terry, however, had little time for the subtle, atmosphere-oriented shifts of bass, vocals and instrumentation that characterised this nascent sound. "I wasn't into deep soulful house music," he says. "I always wanted something more energetic. That was always my key. When I hang out on the dance floor I want to be hyped, so that's what I try to create." Indifferent to the neo-religious, atmosphere-soaked environments of the Loft and the Garage, Shelter and the Underground Network, Body & Soul and the 718 Sessions, he adds: "Some deep house is nice, but it doesn't make you dance. I need to party. I'll put soul into a record, but it needs a strong drum. I'll put in sampling, but it has to be energetic."

Strong as his drums may have been, it was his use of sampling that became Terry's trademark. "First come the drum and bass and then the key lies with catchy sample-hooks or a good melody," Terry, confirming his production priorities, told MixMag in November 1988. "Really, though, it's the catchy sample-hooks that are the most important." The approach was innovative, at least within the relatively secluded world of dance. Chicago producers had leant heavily on disco, but, just like early hip hop and electro acts, they mimicked rather than sampled their favourite sounds, recreating, for example, the bass line from "Let No Man Put Asunder" or the vocal from "Music Is the Answer". With the release of "Party People", Terry changed all of that over night, and in so doing drew on the current trend in hip hop, which was to search beyond the most obvious sound sources (seventies funk riffs) and try something different (the sourcing a doo-wop vocal line on "Plug Tunin'" by De La Soul, or Sugar Bear utilising "Once In a Lifetime" by Talking Heads).

Combing through his record crates in order to dig out magical clips, Terry finally focused on three seminal sound sources: dance artists Marshall Jefferson and Arthur Russell, plus a rapper called Original Concept. "That's where I was getting the drums and kicks and snares," he confirms. The key Jefferson track was "Move Your Body". ("All the samples for 'Can You Party' and 'Party People' came from there") and the most important Russell records were "Go Bang" and 'Schoobell /Treehouse' ("Arthur Russell had a great organic touch. His sound was great for me to get snippets from").

Brilliant yet notoriously defuse, the Arthur Russell cuts illustrated the way in which sampling, still widely assumed to be an uncreative act of pillaging, required a willingness to dig deep plus a sharp ear and an ability to recontextualise sounds. "Arthur Russell always had a lot of parts to deal with," says Terry. "His records wouldn't always come together, so it made it easier for me to bring them together." In the case of "Bango", Terry isolated the female vocal that had been discarded by Russell but rescued by François Kevorkian in his classic twelve-inch remix of the album cut for Sleeping Bag. "I Arthur Russell after the release of 'Bango' and we worked something out," says Terry. "I don't know if he was too keen about the record, but he got half of the publishing."

Whether or not the creative processes are comparable -- and in the example of "Go Bang" and "Bango" they aren't -- Terry was working within the long-established parameters of black art. As Toni Morrison puts it, "The major things black art has to have are these: it must have the ability to use found objects, the appearance of using found things. And it must look effortless." Like an expert DJ who would recycle existing sounds in order to create new combinations, Terry was so skilled at the art of sampling that other producers soon started to sample his work. "Although I will sample material, all samples are changed and modified before I incorporate them into one of my tracks," `terry told MixMag in a defence of his practice. "Other people who maybe sample a bass sound not only don't change it slightly, but will actually sample the whole bass line and use it in a track -- this happened with a lot of my riffs many times. To me this is criminal, so much so that I am definitely going to sue those who plagiarize me."

Terry didn't channel too much of his energy towards the courts, with 1989 another frenzied year for the producer. Releases included D.M.S "And the Beat Goes On", Royal House "Can Y'all Get Funky", the Todd Terry Project "The Circus" and Lime Life "I Wanna Go Bang/Cause Your Right on Time", and between 1992 and 1995 he continued to provide DJs and dancers with a dubbed-out supply of grooves via the Freeze label, which he formed with Will Socolov, the co-founder, along with Arthur Russell, of Sleeping Bag Records. Tough and increasingly tribal, the Unreleased Projects and the House of Gypsies releases all date from this period.

By the early nineties, however, the critics were starting to doubt the man they had elevated to the status of the divine. "At one point I had everybody on my list," says Terry. "Louie, David, everybody was playing my sound. That's what was hot. They had to play it. But if someone is hot they’ll tear them down, so I started getting this, 'He ain't shit!' type of thing and, 'All he knows is how to do a sample!' type of thing. I knew I had to go into different mode -- with remixing -- and those songs were so hot they couldn't tear me down."

Terry's 1995 remix of "Missing" by Everything But the Girl, an international hit, became the crowning moment of a his remixing output, and reworkings of Björk, Janet Jackson, Annie Lennox, Malcolm McLaren, George Michael, Robert Plant, Sting, Technotronic, Tina Turner confirmed his major player status. "To me, Everything But the Girl was just another remix, but it brought me into the mainstream of remixing," remembers Terry. "After that, everyone wanted me." Terry also released a collection of his tracks on A Day In the Life (Ministry of Sound) in the same year and the record ended up paving the way for a production deal with Mercury Records. Terry's first release, "Keep On Jumpin'", which featured disco legends Martha Wash and Jocelyn Brown singing in tandem for the first time, hit the UK Top Ten. The follow up, "Somethin Going On", was similarly successful.

As he puts it, Terry's latest project is to "make the old school new again". That's why Past, Present & Future contains the best of his groundbreaking 1988-89 output, as well as a series of previously unreleased tracks (including "Jumpin Remix", "Trippin'", "Soul Glow", "Don't Stop", "Touch Dub", "4 You" and "Never Gonna Change") and new records (including "This Shit Is 4 Real", "Texican 2005", "Can You Remix" and "New Gypsy"). The back-catalogue rarities include not only house but also "freestyle, Miami Bass and some trippy-type tracks as well." The new tracks, though, are straight-up, get-down house. "I'm starting all over again," says Terry, as sure of himself as ever. "I'm going to stick with the old school sound. That's what works best for me and that's what work best in the clubs."

“Louie Vega presents Dance Ritual”. R2 Records, 2005.

Louie Vega looks out of the booth, feels the crowd, flicks through his records and makes his next selection. The dancers -- the Ritualists -- spin, duck, stretch, scream and smile as the rhythms of the world are refracted through the sound system. Global and emotional, the music and the crowd meld into one as they journey into the material-spiritual ether.

Past, present and future connect in this unfolding scene. The primeval act of dancing, the house party ethos of the downtown party network and an array of musical roots are integral to the experience. Yet this is no nostalgia trip, for Vega cuts across time, playing both old and new, and his dancers are absorbed into an of-the-moment experience that is so overwhelming that conscious thought evaporates in an overwhelming present. There is no need for a different future.

The first Dance Ritual party was held in May 1998 at Vinyl, the then home of Shelter and Body & Soul. Vega -- renowned for his groundbreaking remix and production work with Kenny "Dope" Gonzalez under the Masters at Work and Nuyorican Soul monikers, as well as a series of celebrated residencies at Heartthrob and the Sound Factory Bar -- came up with the idea of holding the party. "We needed a place where we could express ourselves musically and bring together our friends," he says.

Vega asked Body & Soul resident Joaquin "Joe" Claussell -- a highly-rated remixer who had collaborated with Vega on nineties classics such as Mondo Grosso's "Soufflé" and the Groove Collective's "What You Got"-- if he would be interested in putting on the nights together and Claussell agreed. "I was honoured," he says. "Yes, there was Body & Soul, but we needed more than just one party to bring this music further, and Louie was the right DJ to do that." Claussell came up with a name for the party that promised to combine tribal togetherness and cathartic release: Dance Ritual.

Opening night followed hot on the heels of a rigorous Body & Soul workout and featured a live performance from Roy Ayres. "The place was packed with folks from all walks of life," says promoter Robbi. "White, black, Latin, Indian, Asian, straight and gay all mixed together and shared the vibe." Songstress-songwriter-dancer Quinsessa Harrison joined the dance. "Everybody was moving to the groove of Louie and Joe," she says. "It was one of those magical moments. At the end I was a little achy, but it was worth it!"

Right from the start, Vega and Claussell cast aside the potential security of a set routine in favour of instinct and improvisation. Vega normally went on first, but after that the two spinners would switch according to the mood of the moment. "Louie and Joe would feel each other out," says Mr V, host and opening DJ for the parties. "They wouldn't give each other turns and they didn't really mind who was playing. It was almost like seeing one person, not two."

After a couple of months Claussell decided that it was time to step to one side. Although the parties had switched to Saturday nights, there was a lingering sense that the Body & Soul resident was stretching himself by playing two consecutive nights at Vinyl. The split was amicable. "The parties were amazing," remembers Claussell. "There were artists like Tito Puente, Eddie Palmieri, the Nuyorican Soul band and many others. Dance Ritual was flowing and there was no need for my services. It was all Louie from there."

Over the next couple of years, the party continued to evolve and mutate, switching nights and then venues as Vega and his loyal team built up a core crowd. "At one point we moved to Pinky, which was on the same block as the old Sound Factory Bar, but I didn't really feel it there," says Vega. "Then Timmy Regisford and Kevin Hedge opened the new Shelter on Thirty-ninth Street and they told me I could make the club my home." Due to Vega's extensive travelling commitments, Dance Ritual became a monthly affair. "Now we hold Dance Ritual parties at Shelter, Cielo on Little West Twelfth Street and Deep on Twenty-second Street."

There are times when Dance Ritual segues seamlessly with the Roots night at Cielo, where Vega plays alongside Hedge. "We consider Blaze -- Kevin and Josh -- as family," says Mr V. "Louie worked with them on his Elements of Life album and now they're playing together." Importantly, Cielo is beginning to feel like home. "It's very classy, very spacious, very mellow," adds Mr V. "A lot of people love the space. We've had some great parties there."

Like all good nights, Dance Ritual provides a space in which Vega and his crowd can explore new musical possibilities. "Most clubs are stuck in the cookie-cutter style of house that facilitated the dumbing down of the New York club scene," says friend and collaborator Frankie Feliciano. "But at Dance Ritual you can hear urban dance music in an environment that is nurturing, not exploitative."

All agree that Vega is excavating the spiritual core of his sound. "Over the last few years Louie has been digging even deeper into his roots," says Robbi. "He's incorporating all of those elements into one expression." Mr V reckons fatherhood has been a key factor. "Louie has evolved. He has a child, he's married, he's getting older, and he's taken his music to a whole new level." Live musicians, who enable Vega to reconnect with the endangered traditions of pre-digital music making, have become central to his project. "I don't know anyone else on the scene today who could have put out an album like Elements of Life," says Mr V. "It's got to the point where I'm on edge about where Louie's going next."

Whatever the destination, Vega's crowd is hooked into the journey. "The crowd is high energy, diverse and loyal," says Jasmine, who has been going to Dance Ritual events since the very first party. "It has become one big unified family." Vanessa, who used to travel from Washington DC in order to hear Vega spin at the Sound Factory Bar, believes the parties are just getting better and better. "The vibe is incredible. The unity on the dance floor is like no other."

Vega is pleased with the way everything has turned out. "Underground Network at the Sound Factory Bar was more industry oriented, whereas Dance Ritual is more intimate, more friendly," he says. "Everybody knows everybody in this core crowd of four hundred people. It's a family of friends."

Over the years, the family has taken on an increasingly global hue. "Dance Ritual has always opened its doors to the international crowd," says Vega, "and people from all over the world have come to support the parties." The DJ has returned the compliment by taking Dance Ritual around the world. "We've had Dance Ritual parties in Tokyo, Naples, London, Athens and beyond," he says. "It's been inspirational."

Dance Ritual has reached the point where the crowd produces the music and the music produces the crowd. "Music is the foundation, but the parties are also about the dancers, the DJs, the hugs, the tears, the smiles," says Sista Sara, a regular at the parties. "Dance Ritual is so powerful for all of us. It has helped make our lives a little better." Long-time Louie aficionado Doris Goliatha agrees. "At Dance Ritual you know you're going to dance all night and end up hurting, but you'll also feel like you just ate a great meal. The crowd just keeps going and going."

The Dance Ritual years have coincided with a period of adversity for the city of New York. Pre-millennium tension, aided and abetted by Mayor Giuliani, was followed by the unpopular election of George Bush. The attack on the World Trade Centre shook the city to its core. And just as New Yorkers began to find their feet again, Bush initiated a treacherous war on Iraq that persuaded the city's habitants to turn out en masse in an ultimately futile attempt to unseat the President in the 2004 election.

This has become America's age of individualism, materialism, xenophobia and aggression, and New Yorkers are unhappy. Yet throughout these troubled times, Dance Ritual has continued to provide an alternative vision of the present -- a vision (channelled through audio) of community, spirituality, tolerance and peace.

"Louie likes to make dreams," says Ralph Muniz, one of Louie's oldest friends. "He doesn't want to forcefully change people's lives. He just goes into a club and does what he does best, and these people love it." If Dance Ritual is anything to go by, the pulse of dance culture is still strong. "The city's scene isn't what it used to be, but Vega is one of the guys who is working to keep things vital," says Bruce Tantum, club editor of Time Out. "When Vega stretches out, there are still few better on the decks."

Time is on the side of the dance floor. "Dance rituals have existed for thousands of years in many cultures around the world," says Juan Mejia, a Vega regular for the last decade. "Taino Indians and Mayan Indians had dance rituals to release spiritual energy through dance and music, and the bliss of the dance ritual is still being enjoyed by present cultures. To dance is to celebrate life." Dance Ritual cherishes this tradition while it lovingly maps out its future. For this, indigenous and visiting Ritualists are grateful.

 

Thanks: Joaquin "Joe" Claussell, Frankie Feliciano, Doris Goliatha, Quinsessa Harrison, Jasmine, Juan Mejia, Mr V, Ralph Muniz, Kyri Patsalides, Robbi, Sista Sara, Bruce Tantum, Vanessa, Louie Vega