“Disco and the Queering of the Dance Floor”. In Angela McRobbie, ed., “Queer Adventures in Cultural Studies”, Cultural Studies, 25, 2, 2011, 230-243

How might we analyse the relationship between sexuality and the dance floor in 1970s disco culture- a culture that is commonly ridiculed, yet which was often progressive and continues to inform the contemporary thanks to its innovations within DJing, remixing, social dance and sound system practices? It has become commonplace to read disco as the site where a binary contest between gay and straight was staged: that disco emerged as an outgrowth of the Stonewall Rebellion of June 1969 and unfolded as a predominantly male gay subculture; that the dance movement was subsequently co-opted, commodified and tamed by films such as Saturday Night Fever (1977), which established it as a safe haven for straight courtship; and that the commercial overkill that followed the runaway success of the RSO movie culminated in an overtly homophobic backlash that turned on the culture’s perceived latent gayness. Rather than repeat this narrative, however, I want to outline some of the ways in which dominant conceptions of sexuality cannot fully account for the phenomenon of disco, and will argue that the conditions that coalesced to create the 1970s dance floor revealed disco’s queer potential- or its potential to enable an affective and social experience of the body that exceeded normative conceptions of straight and gay sexuality. In the analysis that follows, I will be referring to practices that unfolded in the United States, and in particular, downtown New York, where disco’s queerness was arguably most marked, even though the culture’s scope was ultimately international.

In order to assess the significance of queer disco, it is necessary to note that the social dances that preceded disco- most notably the Waltz, the Foxtrot, the Lindy Hop (or Jitterbug), the Texas Tommy and the Twist- were to varying degrees patriarchal and heterosexist. If this claim is sweepingtruncated and in some respects crude, it nevertheless draws attention to theway participants could only take to the floor if accompanied by a partner of the opposite sex, as well as the reality that in this situation it remained standardpractice for men to assume the lead. That did not make the dancesirredeemably regressive. To being with, they were often no more gendered than the wider social settings within which they emerged, and social dancebecame a site where these norms were challenged as well as imposed. As dance historians such as Katrina Hazzard-Gordon (1990) and Marshall and Jean Stearns (1994) note, vernacular dance provided African American communities with a reason to congregate as well as a channel for expressive release,while the under-historicized culture of drag balls that dates back to the Harlem Renaissance disrupted gender signifiers and roles. Successively, these dances also allowed for an increasing amount of space to exist between the dancing couple, and in turn this provided the female follower with greateindependence from her male lead.

Yet on the eve of 1970, prior to the breakthrough of the social dance formation that would come to be known as disco, the rising autonomy of the female dancer in dances such as the Twist continued to be tempered by the ongoing role of men as the gatekeepers of the dancer floor. And while gay men were ushered to the front of the door queue in venues such as Arthur (a comparatively liberal discotheque situated in midtown Manhattan) on the basis that they would help energize the dance floor, once inside they could only take to the floor within the structure of the ostensibly heterosexual couple, andthe same restrictions were applied to lesbian women. Arthur closed in June 1969 not because the Stonewall rebellion made its practices look archaic, but because the pre-disco discotheque craze of the 1960s had come to resemble atired fad. At this particular historical juncture, dance floor practices lagged behind the demands of feminist and queer activists.

Instead of fading out altogether, however, social dance assumed a new form at the beginning of 1970 with the more or less simultaneous emergenceof two influential venues. In one, David Mancuso staged the first in a longseries of private parties that came to be known as the Loft in his NoHo apartment on Valentines Day. In the other, two gay entrepreneurs known as Seymour and Shelley, who were influential players in the gay bar scene in Greenwich Village, took over a faltering straight venue called the Sanctuary that was located in the run-down Hells Kitchen neighbourhood of midtown Manhattan. Together these venues contributed to the forging of a relationship between the DJ (or musical host', as Mancuso prefers it) and the dancingcrowd that continues to inform the core practice of contemporary danceculture. And although gay men were an important majority presence in both of the Loft and the Sanctuary, participants (including participants who self-identified as gay men) did not consider either venue to be gay.

The Loft brought together several diffuse elements: the rent party tradition that dated back to 1920s Harlem; the practice of loft living in downtown New York, which emerged in the late 1950s and 1960s as manufacturers began toleave the city; the rise of audiophile sound technologies, which followed the introduction of stereo in the late 1950s; Timothy Learys experimental LSD parties; and the gay liberation, civil rights, feminist and anti-war movementsthat Mancuso aligned himself with during the second half of the 1960s. Mancuso, who had grown up in an orphanage in upstate New York, was used to experiencing families as unstable and extended, and brought this outlook into his parties, which attracted a notable proportion of black gay men, as well as straight and lesbian women. There was no one checking your sexuality or racial identity at the door,’ says Mancuso. I just knew different people.’ Because the Loft was run as a private party, Mancuso could have run it as anexclusively male gay event, but he chose not to. It wasnt a black party or a gay party,’ he adds.‘ Thered be a mixture of people. Divine used to go. Now how do you categorise her?

The Sanctuary was also indelibly heterogeneous.‘ It had an incredible mixture of people,’ recalls Jorge La Torre, a gay male dancer.‘ There were people dressed in furs and diamonds, and there were the funkiest kids from the East Village. A lot of straight people thought that it was the coolest place in town and there were definitely a lot of women because that was part of what was going on at the time’ (because gay men such as La Torre were often involved sexually with straight women).‘ I would say that women made up twenty-five percent of the crowd from the very beginning, probably more. People came from all cultural backgrounds, from all walks of life, and it was the mixture of people that made the place happen.’ It would have been difficult for Seymour and Shelley to turn the Sanctuary into an exclusively gadiscotheque, even if the idea had occurred to them. First, New York State law continued to assert that male- male dancing was illegal and discotheques were accordingly required to contain at least one woman for every three men; the female quota was filled by lesbians as well as straight women who wanted to be able to dance without being hit on by straight men. Second, while the Sanctuarys owners could have paid off the police in order to get around that obstacle, it is unlikely there would have been a thousand self-identifying gay male dancers to fill up the venue in this formative stage of queer dance culture. Finally, straight dancers wanted to be part of the nascent disco scene, and thanks to the venue’s public status, which meant that anyone who joined the queue could potentially get in, there was no obvious way to identify and exclude them.

I am not simply questioning the common assumption that early discoculture was homogeneous in terms of its male gay constituency just because this is manifestly inaccurate and contributes to the systematic erasure of other histories, including the history of lesbian women. I also want to argue that the reductionist focus on discos male gay constituency underestimates and even undermines the political thrust of early seventies dance culture, whicattempted to create a democratic, cross-cultural community that was open-ended in its formation. Dance crowds were aware of their hybrid character as well as their proximity to the rainbow coalition of the counter culturamovements of the late 1960s, and having witnessed the repressive statreaction against Black Panther activists, Stonewall Inn drag queens, and Kent State University and Jackson State University anti-war demonstrators, thetook to exploring the social and cultural possibilities of the counter cultural movement in the relatively safe space of dance venues. In these settingsdancers engaged in a cultural practice that did not affirm their maleness or their femaleness, or their queer or straight predilections, or their black, Latin, Asian or white identifications, but instead positioned them as agents who could participate in a destabilizing or queer ritual that recast the experience of the body through a series of affective vectors.

 

Social dance

Whereas dancers in the 1960s took to the floor within the regulated structure of the heterosexual couple, dancers in the 1970s began to take to the floor without a partner. The transformation underpinned the historical experienceof gay male sexuality: the longstanding practice of cruising encouraged gay men to be open to the idea of moving onto the dance floor autonomously, while ongoing legal restrictions around male- male dancing encouraged gay male dancers to continue to take to floor and dance as singles- at least until the law that restricted men from dancing with each other was repealed in New York in December 1971. At the same time, however, the shift to solo dancing was partially inaugurated within the culture of the 1960s music festival, where women and men started to dance in a swaying motion to the sound of acid rock. Because of this, straight Sanctuary dancers who had participated in events such as Woodstock would have already been habituated to the idea of dancing solo, while others might have encountered the discourse of liberation that was so pervasive during this period else where. As George Clinton sang in 1970, Free your mind and your ass will follow.’ On the floor, dancers did not experience the displacement of couples dancing as an individualistic anisolationist prelude to the neo-liberal era, in which the principles of partnership and cooperation would be savaged, but instead as a new form of collective sociality that exceeded the potentially claustrophobic contours of the previous regime.

Aside from that regimes promotion of compulsory heterosexuality, the social dynamic of partnered dancing was necessarily limited because the men and women who formed dancing couples had to concentrate on their partnerin order to move rhythmically and expressively- and also avoid physical injury. As a result, dancing couples were internally focused, and communication with other dancers, never mind the musicians or the DJ, was a secondary matter. In contrast, the dancers who participated in the private party and public discotheque network of the early 1970s were able to develop free form movements, and because of this they experienced an increased ability to communicate and dance with multiple partners. As Frankie Knuckles, a male gay regular at the Loft, notes of that setting: You could be on the dance floor and the most beautiful woman that you had ever seen in your life would come and dance right on top of you. Then the minute you turned around a man that looked just as good would do the same thing. Or you would be sandwiched between the two of them, or between two women, or between two men, and you would feel completely comfortable.

The experience described by Knuckles does not merely describe thdisplacement of one sexual objective (to dance in order to seduce a member of the opposite sex) with another (to dance in order to seduce several members of both sexes). Bisexual promiscuity might be queerer than monogamous heterosexuality, but to entertain such a framing would be to entirely misread the function of the dance floor exchange by reducing it to intercourse. Instead dancers regarded the exchange as their primary objective, not as a means to an alternative end, and in contrast to the framing of earlier social dance forms, which were intended to service compulsory heterosexuality, the emergent dance milieu of the early 1970s articulated no equivalent function. While all manner of sexual liaisons could be read into the free flow of movement on the floor, with the opportunity for gay men to meet other gay men in a novel setting the most marked, participants, including male gay participants, have insisted that any intercourse that could come about at the end of the night was only exceptionally more than a secondary concern. This continued to be the case even at venues such as the Saint, the white gay private party that opened on the site of the old Filmore East in 1980, where sex could be enjoyed in the balcony area, but remained a side attraction for most. 

By turning on a single spot, then, dancers could move in relation to a series of other bodies in a near-simultaneous flow and as part of an amorphous and fluid entity that evokes Deleuze and Guattaris Body without Organs(BwO). Described by Ronald Bogue (2004, p. 115) as a decent red body thathas ceased to function as a coherently regulated organism, one that is sensed as an ecstatic, catatonic, a-personal zero-degree of intensity that is in no way negative but has a positive existence, the dance floor BwO contrasted with other crowd formations: the cinematic crowd because it was physically active rather than passive and in constant communication rather than silent; the sports stadium crowd because its attention was not directed to an exterior event; the marathon runner crowd because its pleasure was based not on remaininwithin the crowd but rather leaving it behind; and so on. In other words, the very being of the dance floor crowd revolved around its status as a collective intensity, and while its resonance with the often asexual Deleuzian concept of the BwO could lead some to question its queerness, its erotics of bodily pleasure- an erotics that intersected with gay liberation, the feminist movement, and the counter-cultural revolt against 1950s conformism- confirms its disruptive sexual intent.

 

The DJ

The second factor to consider with regard to the queering of the dance floor is the DJ, whose craft was transformed by the shifting social contours of the dance floor. Earlier DJs saw themselves as subservient waiters who served up music prepared elsewhere, or as puppeteers who could manipulate thdancers. Whatever their sense of self-worth, DJs were also charged with the responsibility of encouraging dancers to not only dance but also leave the floor and visit the bar, because that was how most venue owners made their money. But as the Sanctuary DJ Francis Grasso confided, the newfound collective force of the 1970s dance crowd meant he had to change his style. Grasso is interesting because he was the only employee to survive Seymour and Shelleybuyout of the Sanctuary, which means he witnessed the difference between playing to the regulated straight crowd and the more open, heterogeneous crowd that entered the venue at the beginning of 1970. When the Sanctuary went gay I didnt play that many slow records [records introduced to work the bar] because they were drinkers and they knew how to party,’ says Grasso. Just the sheer heat and numbers made them drink. The energy level was phenomenal. At one point I used to feel that if I brought the tempo down they would boo me because they were having so much fun.

 Of course dancers did not just communicate by booing the DJ. They would also clap and cheer and whistle, while the very energy of theimovements was also communicative, and it became the primary role of Grasso and his contemporaries to read the mood of the crowd and select a record that was appropriate for the moment. Because they were now attempting to both lead and respond, DJs contributed to a form of anti phonic music making that has characterized a great deal of African American music, and in order to increase the effectiveness of their playing in relation to the crowd, DJs started to segue and then beat-mix between records in order to maintain the rhythmic flow, or purchase two copies of the same record in order to extend the parts that their dancers particularly liked. As a result, a form of illegitimate music making emerged in which the conventional performing artist was displaced by the improvising figure of the DJ, who could draw on a wide repertoire of sounds and programme them within a democratic economy of desire. Thanks to the absence of the performing artist and the relative anonymity of the DJ, dancers began to respond to the sonic affect of the music rather than the image of the performing artist, and this unconventional circuit subtly challenged the hierarchical underpinnings of the music industry, in which the vocalistmusician and producer held an elevated position above the listener. Because the disembodied recording artist could be heard but not seen, the dancer could also begin to think of her or himself as a contributor to the collectively generated musical assemblage, and could also respond to the music outside of the hierarchical relations of artistry and fandom.

 

Dance music

Third, I would like to consider the position of pre-recorded music in this moment of flux and change. Again, the contrast with the 1960s is instructive, because whereas discotheque DJs of that era tended to play from a limited rockand roll repertoire that encouraged a similarly limited style of dance, and festivals/concerts from the same period tended to foreground the singular sound of rock, discotheque DJs of the early 1970s drew from a broad range of sounds. The term disco music’ did not emerge until 1973, and when it did it referred not to a coherent and recognizable generic sound, but instead to the far-reaching selection of R&B, soul, funk, gospel, salsa, and danceable rock plus African and European imports that could be heard in Manhattandiscotheques. Even when the sound of disco became more obviously recognizable during 1974 and 1975, DJs would intersperse the emergent genre with contrasting sounds. The introduction of sonic contrast andifference helped generate a sense of unpredictability and expectation on the dance floor, and the juxtaposition of different styles enabled dancers to experience existence as complex and open rather than singular and closed. In other words, DJs were generating a soundtrack that encouraged dancers to be multiple, fluid and queer.

At the same time, the disco genre, which drew together elements that could be found in R&B, soul, funk, gospel and so on, also generated a queer aesthetic, even in its singular incarnation, and this was something that was highlighted by Richard Dyer (1979/1995) in his article In Defence of Disco’Dyer, who completed his PhD at the Centre for Contemporary Cultural Studies in Birmingham, might have been isolated in his interest in gasexuality, and perhaps even his love of disco, in that setting; these elements of  popular culture received scant attention from other Cultural Studies scholars whose focus was directed towards class relations, the mods and the punks, government policy and, when Angela McRobbie (1980) raised her voice, gender. Dyer initially set out to defend disco from the leftist attack that, in contrast to folk as well as elements of rock, it amounted to little more than some kind of commercial sell-out, and his argument turned out to be apremonitory critique of the lefts reluctance to engage with the politics of pleasure. Yet it was Dyer's analysis of the aesthetic properties of disco music and the relationship of these properties to the body and conceptions of sexuality that is of greater concern here.

In the article, Dyer outlined a number of the key distinctions that existed between rock and disco. Whereas rock confined sexuality to the cock’ and was thus indelibly phallo-centric music’, disco, argued Dyerrestores eroticism to the whole body’ thanks to its ‘willingness to play with rhythm’and it does this ‘for both sexes’ (1979/1995, p. 523). Disco also offered dancers the chance to experience the body as a polymorphous entity that could be re-engineered in terms that confounded conservative models of masculinity and femininity, for as Dyer added: Its eroticism allows us to rediscover our bodies as part of this experience of materiality and the possibility of change’ (1979/1995, p. 527). In other words, disco opened up the possibility of experiencing pleasure through a form of non-penetrative sensation- and he made this case shortly before Michel Foucault, following a trip to the United States, called for the making of ones 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 1993,p. 269). Published in Gay Left, the bi-annual journal of a collective of gay mento which Dyer belongedIn Defence of Disco’ did not prompt a widediscussion about queer sexuality within the Cultural Studies discourse of the time, but three decades later that anomaly has been corrected. 

The preference of the early 1970s dance floor for polymorphous ratherthan phallic rhythms is illustrated by the contrast between Olatunji’s Drums of Passion’ and Santanas cover of the same track, which was re-titled Jingo’Whereas Santanas rock version developed a rigid beat and foregrounded the phallo-centric instrumentation of the electric guitar and the male voice, Olatunjis original recording emphasized rhythmic interplay along with a chorus of voices that developed a call-and-response interchange betweethemselves and also the drummers. The owner of both recordings, Grasso only played the Santana version when he DJed in front of the pre-Seymour and Shelley straight crowd at the Sanctuary, but when the crowd diversified at the beginning of 1970 he immediately realized he could start to play the Olatunji. As Grasso recounts: I said to myself, 'If Santana works then the real shit is going to kill them!’’ I was good at mixing one record into another so I played the Santana and brought in ‘‘Jin-Go-Lo-Ba’’. The crowd preferred thOlatunji, where theres no screaming guitar. They got into it straight away.’

Queerness could be harder to detect in the lyrics themselves, in large part because they drew so heavily on R&B’s heavily heterosexual thematics. Yet thanks to the support of a gay male constituency that was affluent enough to spend a significant amount of money on music, the black female diva became a key figure within disco, and vocalists such as Gloria Gaynor and Loleatta Holloway would go on to express their surprise that gay men should be their most fervent followers. Wronged by her man, Gloria Gaynor exemplified the way African American divas could be both emotionally articulate and grittily resistant when she recorded ‘I Will Survive’, which was released as a B-side until DJs and dancers homed in on the recording and prompted the record company to re-release the song as an A-side. In this instance, queerness had more to do with surviving heterosexuality than subverting it. 

Other tracks developed lyrics that were deliberately innocuous because their clipped, repetitive content was designed to accentuate the beat anpersuade the dancer to focus on affective sound rather than discursive meaning, while a third group of unknowingly queer recordings laid down heterosexual themes that turned out to be ripe for appropriation- so Free Man' by the South Shore Commission acquired a new layer of meaning when gay male dancers interpreted it as an anthem of gay liberation rather than a tussle between two straight lovers. Then again, sometimes the straight trajectory of a lyric did not have to be reinterpreted if the delivery was strong enough in the first place, and that turned out to be the case in elements of Loleatta Holloways rendition of  Hit and Run’. In his remix of the record, Walter Gibbons took out Holloways first rendition of a frankly embarrassing set of lines that included references to the vocalist being an old fashioned country girl’ who would know what to do’ when it comes to loving you. But when the vocalist returned to the theme in an improvised vamp that had been largely cut from the original release, the delivery was so remarkably forceful their lame meaning was rendered totally irrelevant.

 

Temporalities and technologies

Temporal strategies also contributed to the emergence of non-dominant experiences of the body in the dance environment of the 1970s. The practice of staging parties late at night became the founding premise of a culture that aimed to invert the priorities of a society organized around day time work, and the protection afforded by darkness as well as the protected space of the danceparty enabled disenfranchized citizens a level of expressiveness they rarely enjoyed during the day (something Judith Halberstam [2005] has commented on in her book In A Queer Times and Place). In addition, the forward march of teleological time- the time of bourgeois domesticity and capitalist productivity- was upset within the disco setting, where repetitive ancyclical beat cycles created an alternative experience of temporality and the absence of clocks enabled dancers to move into a realm in which work- the work of the dance- was not required to be productive in a conventional economic or indeed heterosexual sense. Within this setting, DJs drew on a range of records that cut across temporal and spatial boundaries in order to evoke and in some respects create a radically diverse sonic utopia. Theipractice of using two copies of a record to not only collapse but also extend time- by, say, extending a particularly popular section- culminated in the creation of a new disco format (the twelve-inch single) that enabled DJs to play long mixes that were specially remixed for the dance floor.

The emphasis on temporal length was important. If the record was long, the dancer had a greater opportunity to lose her or himself in the music, and therefore to enter into an alternative dimension that did not so much evacuate the site of the body as realign it within a new sonic reality. The new sonic reality turned out to be especially forceful in private party spaces (such as the pioneering Loft) that did not sell alcohol and could accordingly stay open long after the public discotheques that were governed by New Yorks cabaret licensing laws had to close. The extended hours encouraged partygoers toengage in marathon-style dance sessions in which the physical was prioritized over the rational, and this opened up participants to the experience of the body as an entity that was not bounded and distinctive, but rather permeable and connected.

The confined space of the dance floor, in which dancers would inevitably come into contact with one another, heightened the experience of the body as extended and open, and a range of sound system, drug and lightintechnologies enhanced this further. Julian Henriques (2003) has described the Jamaican sound system as a form of sonic dominance’, in which the sonic takes over from the visual and creates a community based on sound. In these situations, the sound permeates the body, and therefore creates a situation in which the bounded body (often characterized as the masculine body) is penetrated and becomes difficult to maintain as a separate and unified entity.This was precisely the kind of situation that was engineered in disco, where figures such as David Mancuso as well as engineers such as Richard Long and Alex Rosner introduced a range of technological innovations in ordeto produce both purer and more powerful sound. Drugs- in particular LSD- were consumed in order to further the dancers distance from the everyday and enable entry into an alternative experience of both time and space, as well as to encourage the body to form a connected alliance with sound. Meanwhile, lighting was deployed sparingly, because bodies were more likely to exceed everyday constrictions in an environment that emphasized the connective dimension of the aural above the separating dimension of the scopic (because sound enters the body more forcefully than light). In as much as lighting was used, it was usually aimed at creating disorienting effects, again in order to encourage the dancer to experience the dance floor as an alternative and experimental space.

The conjunctural moment of the early 1970s encouraged these elements and practices to be adopted by a significant range of dancers and venues. This, after all, was the period when the counter-cultural movement's discourse of change, liberation and internationalism continued to resonate; a range of newly-politicized yet disenfranchized groups doubled their efforts to seek out liberated spaces; state repression of political activists encouraged a migration from the dangerous site of the street to the protected haven of the club; the failure of the first wave of discotheque culture and simultaneous evacuation of downtown New York by light industry opened up a plethora of unused spaces that were perfect for dancing; and the music industry had yet to work out how it was going to respond following the failed political promises of rock culture. Along with the Loft and the Sanctuary, spaces such as the Haven, thLimelight, Salvation, Tambourine and Tamburlaine operated dance floors that were remarkably coherent in terms of their social and aesthetic practices. For a while, protagonists believed that they were forging a culture that would go onto reshape the world and in some respects their aspirations have been borne out, if only because so many of their then nascent practices continue to echo. Yet the queer potential of the early 1970s dance floor also proved to be vulnerable to various forms of dilution and co-option, and this procesunfolded in three notable ways.

First, a range of party organizers and accomplice dancers sought to split up the early disco scene into a series of discreet groups that were organized around identity, and this led to an inevitable closing down of the demographic range on New Yorks dance floors as well as the emergence of a more normative and static conception of what kind of identities could be articulatedin the dance setting. De facto white-only male gay venues such as the Tenth Floor and Flamingo, which deployed Mancusos private party template to consolidate a self-anointed A-list’ crowd, could be seen as examples of this kind of practice. Of course these venues catered to a demand because a significant fraction of white gay men considered themselves to be part of some kind of elite that was organized around beauty, professional success anintelligence, and only wanted to dance with men they judged to be their equals. What is more, participants in this stratum of New York dance culture regularly perceived their actions to be politically radical, because gay culture was still historically marginal and the practices of disco were understood to be aesthetically progressive. The tribal experience remained powerful and stoodas a challenge to many conservative practices. But it did not include people who were not white and male, and therefore revealed the way in whicdance venues that were organized around gay men could enact an otherwise regressive social agenda. Largely excluded from these venues, lesbian women opened their first dedicated discotheque, the Sahara, in 1976; the four lesbian women who ran the business made a point of introducing a weekly slot when men could participate. 

Second, as the demographic constituency of disco was divided ansubdivided, a number of promoters began to seek out what they perceived to be an elite dance crowd, and this resulted in the introduction of a marked hierarchy with the dance scene from 1977 onwards, when a series of huge midtown mega-discotheques opened on the premise that they would cater to an elite audience that was organized around fashion, film and so on. The most famous of these was Studio 54, which bore some unlikely links to the culture of the Loft, but ultimately instituted a competitive and hierarchical entrance policyHuge crowds would form outside the venue every night, and while the owners declared their intention to create a democratic mix inside, the prevailing culture was one of cruel exclusion. It followed that a venue that was so self-absorbed with its status would pay more attention to the scopic than the aural to lighting rather than sound, to being seen as a form of validation, and to the possible presence of a celebrity and so the primary activity at Studio was not dancing but looking. For reasons already outlined, this undermined the venues potential to function as a space of queer becoming.

Third, in order to sell disco to the perceived mass market- the suburban market, or the Middle American market- entrepreneurs reframed disco as the popular site for patriarchal masculinity and heterosexual courtship. The most notable example of this involved the filming of Saturday Night Fever, which was released at the end of 1977. Organized around the culture of the suburban discotheque and the figure of Tony Manero, played by John Travolta, the filmenacted the reappropriation of the dance floor by straight male culturin as much as it became a space for straight men to display their prowess and hunt for a partner of the opposite sex. The film also popularized the hustle (a Latin social dance) within disco culture, and in so doing reinstituted thstraight dancing couple at the centre of the dance exchange. In an equally regressive move, the soundtrack was dominated by the Bee Gees, whicthreatened to leave viewers with the impression that disco amounted a new incarnation of shrill white pop. None of this would have mattered if the film had sunk without a trace, but it went on to break box office and album sale records, and in so doing established an easily reproducible template for disco that was thoroughly de-queered in its outlook.

By 1979 conditions were ripe for a backlash against disco. Following the unexpected commercial success of Saturday Night Fever, major record companies had started to invest heavily in a sound that their white straight executive class did not care for, and when the overproduction of disccoincided with a deep recession, the homophobic (and also in many respects sexist and racist) disco sucks’ campaign culminated with a record burning rally that was staged at the home of the Chicago White Sox in July 1979. The coalition of disenfranchized citizens that lay at the heart of disco culture were identified as the beneficiaries of 1960s liberalism, which in turn was blamed for the economic failure of the 1970s. As Stuart Hall (1989) and others have argued, this turn to a conservative discourse complemented and in many respects underpinned the accelerating shift to the individualistic, market-driven priorities of what was then referred to as the New Right, and which is now more commonly described as neo-liberalism.

Yet the backlash did not mark an end to disco per se, because the Loft and its multiple off shoots, including the legendary Paradise Garage, which was modelled on Mancusos party, continued to organize their dance floors according to the communal and explorative principles set out at the beginning of the 1970s. Indeed Richard Dyer ended up travelling to live in New York between February and September 1981, and having danced at the Paradise Garage, started to develop the philosophical framework that culminated in the publication of White (1997). In effect, the perceived failure of disco was really therefore the failure of a form of disco that valorized the patriarchal, the heterosexual and the bourgeois, and not the queer disco that I have outlined in this article. As such, the failure was not so much a failure of queerness as a failure of the regressive attempts to contain queerness and appropriate disco. This failure of the dominant rather than the queer would become more explicit in the period that ensued the backlash against disco, when non-hegemonic forms of dance culture flourished. That they, too, failed to become hegemonicis another story altogether.

 

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"'Listen, and You Will Hear all the Houses that Walked There Before': A History of Drag Balls, Houses and the Culture of Voguing". London: Soul Jazz, 2011

Photograph by Chantal Regnault. Courtesy of Soul Jazz Books.

Introduction to Voguing and the Gay Ballroom Scene of New York City, 1989-92. Photographs by Chantal Regnault. 

 

Bursting into public consciousness between 1989 and 1991, the culture of drag balls and voguing can be traced back to the second half of the 19th century. Harlem’s Hamilton Lodge staged its first queer masquerade ball in 1869, and some 20 years later a medical student stumbled into another ball that was taking place in Walhalla Hall on the Lower East Side. He witnessed 500 same-sex male and female couples ‘waltzing sedately to the music of a good band’.1 A rickety old building situated at 119 East 11th Street, Webster Hall played host to further events during the 1920s, and by the end of the decade, masquerade parties were being staged in conspicuous venues such as Madison Square Garden and the Astor Hotel, where they attracted crowds of up to 6,000. Invited to attend another ball at Hamilton Lodge by the entrepreneur and party host A’Lelia Walker, Harlem Renaissance social activist and writer Langston Hughes proclaimed the drag balls to be the ‘strangest and gaudiest of all Harlem’s spectacles in the 1920s’ and described them as ‘spectacles in colour’.2 Noting the presence of ‘distinguished white celebrities’ during this period, Hughes concluded that ‘Harlem was in vogue’ and ‘the negro was in vogue’. 3

Held once a year, the balls came to feature a procession known as the ‘parade of the fairies’, which involved drag queen contestants sashaying through the auditorium in preparation for a costume competition. For the rest of the evening, dancers took to the floor in couples and formed partnerships that were superficially straight, with men (including lesbians dressed as men and gay men who favoured butch style) accompanying women (or men dressed as women, as well as straight femmes) while any number of straights watched on from the sidelines. 

‘About 12.30am we visited this place and found approximately 5,000 people, coloured and white, men attired in women’s clothes, and vice versa,’ reported a team of undercover investigators following an inspection of the Hamilton Lodge ball held in the Manhattan Casino in February 1928. ‘The affair, we were informed, was a “Fag/Masquerade Ball”‘.4 Four years later, Broadway Brevities reported from another ball that men rivalled birds of paradise and peacocks, their plumed headdresses nodding and undulating from their ‘shapely heads’.5 Soon after, novelists Charles Henri Ford and Parker Tyler evoked the drag ball floor as ‘a scene whose celestial flavour and cerulean colouring no angelic painter or nectarish poet has ever conceived.’6 

With the balls gaining popularity, the New York state legislature had criminalised ‘homosexual solicitation’ in 1923 as part of a wider backlash around male-male sexual relations. But drag ball organisers found they could continue to stage events if a neighbourhood organisation applied for official police sponsorship on their behalf. The hiatus lasted until the autumn of 1931, when officers, reacting to the cultural experimentation of the Prohibition years and the onset of the Depression, began to clamp down on the city’s queer community and targeted the balls. 

‘If the cops have their way,’ reported Variety, ‘the effeminate clan will hereafter confine its activities to the Village and Harlem.’7 Yet the police struggled to contain the culture when, following the second world war, many gay men who had travelled through Manhattan on their way to the battlefront returned to the city. Officers responded by intensifying their regulation and cases of entrapment (whereby police officers would ‘entrap’ gay men through sexual solicitation before producing their badge) increased exponentially. Drag ball organisers, however, were bolstered by the wave of new arrivals. At one ball, reported Ebony in March 1953, more than 3,000 contestants and spectators gathered in Harlem’s Rockland Palace ‘to watch the men who like to dress in women’s clothing parade before judges in the world’s most unusual fashion shows.’8 

By the early 1960s, drag ball culture had began to fragment along racial lines. For although balls such as the one held at Rockland Palace boasted a remarkably even mix of black and white participants, with the dancefloor also notably integrated, black queens were expected to ‘whiten up’ their faces if they wanted to have a chance of winning the contests. Even then, their chances were slim, as they might have pondered further when the white-skinned Venice Lamont won first prize at the Rockland Palace event for looking ‘most like a woman’, her figure ‘the envy of many of the women spectators’.9 So black queens started to stage their own events, with Marcel Christian staging what might well have been the first black ball in 1962.10

If anything, dresses scaled new heights of extravagance and glamour. At one event, Cleopatra arrived on a ceremonial float flanked by six servants waving white, glittering palm leaves; and at another, a 2,000-watt incandescent lamp was lit just as a fashion model flung open her Mylar lined feathered coat, leaving the front rows momentarily blind. ‘It was Vegas comes to 3 Harlem,’ commented Michael Cunningham in a 1995 article about ball culture. ‘It was the queens’ most baroque fantasies of glamour and stardom, all run on Singer sewing machines in tiny apartments.’11 

Founded in 1972, the first house came into existence when Lottie, a Harlem  drag queen who worked in the welfare office on 125th Street, asked Crystal LaBeija to co-promote a ball. One of the few black queens to be awarded a Queen of the Ball title at a white-organised ball, LaBeija had also become tired of the anti-black bias of the balls, as she made clear during The Queen, a documentary film directed by Frank Simon that tracked an Miss All-American Camp Beauty Pageant drag contest where contestants Rachel Harlow, LaBeija and others competed in front of a panel that included Larry Rivers and Andy Warhol. Convinced the result was a Caucasian fix, LaBeija flew into a rage when host Flawless Sabrina declared the winner to be Harlow, described by the New York Times as a ‘frail, blonde, pouting young man, formerly Miss Philadelphia’, and the experience prepared the way for LaBeija’s collaboration with Lottie.12 ‘Crystal agreed to do it so long as she was a highlight of the ball,’ notes Terrence Legend International. ‘Lottie made the deal sweeter by convincing Crystal that they should start a group and name it the House of LaBeija, with Crystal’s title as “mother”. Crystal agreed. The event was titled Crystal & Lottie LaBeija presents the first annual House of Labeija Ball at Up the Downstairs Case on West 115th Street & 5th Avenue in Harlem, NY.’13  

Photograph by Chantal Regnault. Courtesy of Soul Jazz Books.

Referencing the glamorous fashion houses whose glamour and style they admired, other black drag queens started to form drag houses, or families that, headed by a mother and sometimes a father, would socialise, look after one another, and prepare for balls (including ones they would host and ones they would attend). Mother Dorian and Father Chipper founded the House of Corey in 1972, and two years later Father Jay set up the House of Dior, after which La Duchess Wong and Nicole Wong established the House of Wong, and Paris Dupree and Burger Dupree inaugurated the House of Dupree, all in 1975. The House of Christian and the House of Plenty augmented the total before Mother Avis and Father Kirk launched the House of Pendavis in 1979. Extending drag ball culture out of Harlem, three more houses—the House of Omni, the House of Ebony and the House of Chanel—sprung up in Brooklyn during 1979 and 1980.14 Then, a couple of years later, Pepper LaBeija became the new mother of the House of LaBeija, having made her ball debut around 1972. From this point on, contestants battled to win trophies, with multiple entrants walking along an imaginary runway in costume and character for each category. At the end of each round, a group of scrupulous judges would cast their verdict, sometimes rewarding optimum realness—or the ability to pass as straight in the outside world—sometimes backing sheer outrageousness and opulence. ‘It was our goal then to look like white women,’ LaBeija told Cunningham as she reflected on the days before the black queens organised their own balls and initiated a very particular housing boom. ‘They used to tell me, “You have negroid features,” and I’d say, “That’s all right, I have white eyes.” That’s how it was back then.’15 

If the beginning of the black balls coincided with the intensification of the civil rights movement, the formation of the houses paralleled the increasing confidence of the gay liberation movement, which enjoyed its symbolic breakthrough when drag queens occupied the frontline during the Stonewall rebellion of June 1969. A black angel of history who could navigate the tempests and hurricanes of destiny with only an occasional change of outfit, Sylvia Ray Rivera was one of many queens who enjoyed hanging out at the Stonewall Inn, a gay bar situated in the West Village that permitted dancing in its back room, and which police tolerated in return for regular, under-the-counter payments. When those payments were delayed, officers would raid the bar in order to remind the owners of their obligations, but during the bust that took place in June 1969, Rivera and her friends, already on edge following the funeral of Judy Garland, fought back. The ensuing blur of stiletto-kicks and handbag-swipes triggered days of rioting that have come to define the symbolic birth of Gay Liberation. Perhaps some quirk of collective historical memory played its part, for the rebellion also marked the 100th anniversary of the inaugural masquerade ball of the Hamilton Lodge. At the very least, the defiance involved in the act of dressing up as a member of the opposite sex doubled as a form of pre- training for Rivera and her co-rebels. 

The establishment of the houses also paralleled the twists and turns of New York’s gangs, which flourished between the mid-1940s and the mid-1960s as the city shifted from an industrial to a post-industrial base while dealing with the upheavals of urban renewal, slum clearances and ethnic migration. As historian Eric Schneider argues, gangs appealed to alienated adolescents who wanted to earn money as well as peer group prestige. They flourished until the mid-1960s, when Mayor John Lindsay introduced gang intervention programmes and placed a greater emphasis on community action, while political radicals and civil rights activists attempted to ‘engage gangs in larger political struggles.’16 

But the underlying conditions that led to the rise of the gangs in the first place didn’t go away. Gangs started to multiply again in the early 1970s, especially in the South Bronx, where endemic poverty and an epidemic of arson attacks and heroin addiction overwhelmed the city’s programmes. Meanwhile, black, gay, working-class drag queens found themselves estranged not only from their biological families, which were usually intolerant of their choices, but also the ruling cadre of black nationalist leaders, whose increasingly macho ‘real man’ discourse was popularised by the gangs that multiplied on neighbourhood streets. With nowhere else to turn, they formed their own self-supporting gangs, which they preferred to call houses. 

A quite distinct phenomenon from the clusters of individuals and circles of friends who would head to the balls, houses began to operate as de facto orphanages for displaced kids. Some found themselves on the streets and many lived with families unable to come to terms with their choices. When Pepper LaBeija’s mother discovered women’s clothing in her child’s closet, for instance, Pepper insisted they belonged to a friend, only for her secret to become uncontainable when she started to grow breasts. That prompted her mother to burn Pepper’s mink coat in the back yard. ‘Devastated, I stood there and cried like a baby,’ LaBeija recalled later, while her mother doggedly stuck to calling her by her birth name, William Jackson.17 At the same time, the work the houses carried out in between balls enabled them to incorporate children who might not have been interested in dressing up yet still wanted to hang out, have fun and enjoy the warmth of an extended community, and those who, in addition, wanted to help other members of the house prepare for the ball without walking themselves. ‘A rich taxonomy of gender personas and identities flooded in: thugged-out hustlers who were “new” to gay culture, butch lesbians with erotic attachments to gay men, bootleg black designers and fashionistas eager to put their garments “to test” in a new, urban scene,’ notes the black cultural critic Frank Leon Roberts in an article posted on Wiretap.18 

Houses continued to multiply and diversify during the 1980s. Willi Ninja founded the House of Ninja in 1981 or 1982 and set out his intention to bring Asian aesthetics and philosophy into the ball world. Possibly founded by Father Hector in 1982, the House of Xtravaganza, the first Latin house, formally entered the drag ball scene when they attended the House of Omni ball in 1983. Carmen, David Ian, Danny and Raquel established themselves as the new house’s most compelling representatives, and Angie became mother in 1984, after which ‘impossible beauties’ Angie and Carmen began to pick up prizes in 1984 and 1985.19 (Hector never made it to the House of Omni event and died either before or soon after its staging.) 

Then, in 1987, the boutique owner and fashion designer Pat Field established the House of Field as the first white downtown house to walk the uptown balls. ‘We call ourselves House of Field now because that is what we have evolved into,’ Myra Christopher, a salesclerk in the boutique, who encouraged Field to create the house, commented in 1988. ‘We were always around, though, as Pat Field kids, and we’ll evolve into something else eventually. Becoming a house was just officialising it for some other people’s benefit, so we could compete on their terms.’20 In the end, the members of the House of Field had to comfort themselves with the thought that it was the taking part that mattered. Inspired by new wave fashion and disdainful of the elegant look propagated by corporate labels, its contestants never threatened to dislodge the ruling sensibility of the uptown houses. 

As the houses proliferated, so did the balls, because each house aspired to host its own ball, and during the 1980s they became monthly affairs, which was about as frequent as anyone could manage, preparation being an immense challenge for the event’s participants, never mind its organisers. Beginning at 5am, when each house would join the grand march, the balls developed into marathon-like affairs that featured a wide range of competitive categories. ‘Paris Dupree held her first Paris is Burning ball in 1981, and that’s the first time the categories were really there,’ says Kevin Ultra Omni, originally Kevin Omni, founder of the House of Omni. ‘I remember having to watch all these categories.’ Categories had always existed, but they played a comparatively minor role in earlier balls, so in the 1970s, for instance, contestants who wanted to dress up as men could only compete in one category. ‘It was called “Butch Mod Face” and what that meant was, you had to be butch, real masculine, not a punk or a sissy, and you had to be a model with model’s looks, and you also had to have a nice- looking face. Then in the early 1980s, we separated the categories out, so there was a category called butch realness and another called models effect and another called face. Then we created all these other categories, like executive, town and country, ethnic, and they continued to develop through the eighties.’ Other categories included best woman, best man, punk versus future, shopping through famous avenues, realness, performance, leather versus suede, executive hi fashion and Hollywood evening wear. Gone were the days when drag balls revolved around the act of men dressing up as women. Now, in an extended scene, men embraced a series of masculine alternatives. In keeping with the times, houses also became more competitive, with many deciding to only admit new members who had walked at a ball and won a prize. 

Growing out of the drag queen ritual of throwing ‘shade’, or subtly insulting another queen, voguing emerged as a distinctive dance of first the houses and then, inevitably, the balls, where specific voguing categories were eventually introduced. ‘It all started at an after hours club called Footsteps on 2nd Avenue and 14th Street,’ says David DePino, an influential DJ for the voguing community. ‘Paris Dupree was there and a bunch of these black queens were throwing shade at each other. Paris had a Vogue magazine in her bag, and while she was dancing she took it out, opened it up to a page where a model was posing and then stopped in that pose on the beat. Then she turned to the next page and stopped in the new pose, again on the beat.’ The provocation was returned in kind. ‘Another queen came up and did another pose in front of Paris, and then Paris went in front of her and did another pose,’ adds DePino. ‘This was all shade—they were trying to make a prettier pose than each other—and it soon caught on at the balls. At first they called it posing and then, because it started from Vogue magazine, they called it voguing.”21 An alternative account has it that voguing was first practiced by the black gay inmates of Rickers Island, a New York City jail, who pursued the movement as a way of attracting the attention of boys and throwing shade. ‘Maybe they didn’t have a name for it, but that’s what they were doing, or so it’s said,’ notes Kevin Ultra Omni. ‘I know Paris was an early pioneer of voguing. But I believe that vogue existed in some other form through other people as well. I also think that a lot of voguing poses come from African art and Egyptian hieroglyphics.’ 

Voguing evolved into a contorted, jerky, slicing style of dance when drag queens incorporated kung fu aesthetics into their routines, having become familiar with the swift, angular movements of Bruce Lee and his co-stars while working trade inside Times Square’s porn cinemas, or heading there after a night’s work to get some rest. Also inspired by the precise, angled strokes of Egyptian hieroglyphics, voguers hailed from the same ethnic, working-class environments as the kids who pioneered breaking in the mid-1970s. And just like the breakers, they honed their skills through a mix of competitive instinct, athletic ability and, above all, a desire to be seen (rather than a desire to become part of the crowd, which motivated most club and party dancers). The ritualsofthrowingshade and(when they felt especially confrontational) 'reading’ even found a parralel in the breaker convention of burning, or the technique of miming attacks and insults, while voguers and breakers were also committed to ‘keeping it real’. However, their conceptions of realness couldn’t have differed more markedly, and the societal status of the sexual preferences that underscored these differences led breakers to dance in public street settings, often in broad daylight, and voguers to head to the abandoned stretches of the West Side piers, where they would hang out and practice moves, or to the clandestine spaces of gay-driven dance venues such as Better Days, the Paradise Garage and Tracks. When there was no ball to attend, that is. 

Photograph by Chantal Regnault. Courtesy of Soul Jazz Books.

Whereas most of the dancers who congregated in downtown’s network of private parties and public discotheques gravitated to the centre of the main floor, where space was at its most concentrated and the collective euphoria felt most strongly, voguers tended to head to the periphery, or even an alternative room, where they would find more room to practice their moves and, perhaps more importantly, enter into an economy of seeing and being seen. Better Days, for example, contained a main dancefloor along with a back room where dancers would head if they fancied a break or a spot of cruising or a chance to dance the hustle, or as Omni discovered when he started to go to the spot in 1975, to model in front of what might have been an imaginary mirror, styling and posing in time with the music, turning a hat sideways before bringing it back, and pivoting with grace, ‘all to the beat’.22 ‘I met Paris in 1975,’ says Omni, ‘and I remember her in Better Days, posing on the back dancefloor and throwing shade.’ It even transpired that some voguers—including Hector Xtravaganza, who headed to Peter Rabbits as well as Better Days—turned it out like nobody’s business at the clubs, yet were unable to land any prizes at the balls. 

The clubs nevertheless provided voguers with a more regular outlet to practice their moves than the ball circuit and the Ganzas, as the Xtravaganzas were nicknamed, became the first house to congregate at the Paradise Garage on King Street, where DJ Larry Levan, a one-time member of the House of Wong, selected records according to their emotional intensity. Beginning as a small cluster of friends who occupied the fringes of the venue, the Ganzas came to the attention of David DePino (Levan’s best friend and trusted substitute spinner) when they clashed with some of the dancers connected with Pat Field. They consolidated their foothold in the spot when Danny Xtravaganza and DePino discovered they lived within a few blocks of each other on 14th Street. 'I got Danny, Ian [David Ian] and Eddie membership cards, and I would comp others like Angie, Coko, Luis and Michael,' says DePino, who was made an honourary. Xtravaganza and DJ for the house’s first ball, held at Elks Lodge. ‘I also made them friends with everybody who thought they were shady kids. Then Pepper LaBeija and Duchess Wong and Willi Ninja started coming, just as themselves. And before you knew it, a lot of the ball kids were hanging out at the Garage. In one corner there’d be the LaBeijas, and in another there’d be the Duprees, and so on. Once a certain song came on they would start to out-vogue each other— because not all songs would want to make you vogue.’ 

When DePino started to play on Tuesdays at Tracks on 19th Street and the West Side Highway in 1985, voguers flocked to the club in a more concerted way than had ever been the case at the Garage. ‘At the Paradise Garage there was voguing here and there. But at Tracks it was going on the whole time,’ says DePino. ‘There were constant battles. It was like a Yankees-Mets game. And if you were brave, you’d jump into the middle of it and make it a three- way battle.’ Thanks to the size of the room, the battles didn’t interfere with those who wanted to enjoy a more conventional club energy. Yet the sensibility of the voguers ruled the night. ‘Tracks was very gay, very streetwise and rather hardcore. Not sissy but cunty [or a form of exaggerated, clever, powerful femininity],’ says Adam Goldstone, who became a regular at the spot when he moved to New York. ‘It was black and Latin gay, plus women, mostly dykes. David used to play a lot of the ballroom records for the girls in the houses, but he also played mellower, down-tempo songs. It was a real set. I thought he was a great DJ.’ An estimated 2,500 to 3,000 dancers flocked to the club every Tuesday. 

Drag ball culture and its voguing specialists edged further into the public domain when the dominatrix doorwoman, barwoman, performing artist and promoter Chi Chi Valenti published an article about New York’s clubbing nations—or close-knit clubbing families—in Details in October 1988. Valenti included profiles of the Pyramid Nation (the Pyramid being a bar with a backroom dance floor/performance space where drag queens mingled with a diverse East Village crowd) and the Haringtons (or Keith Haring’s close-knit group of friends and employees, who headed to the Garage with the artist and helped him stage his Party of Life events). She also introduced descriptions of the House of Field (who were looking to reinvent the drag balls in the format of a tightly packaged entertainment show) and the now 60-strong House of Xtravaganza (whose outsider years helped forge fierce pride). ‘Modern balls, with their judging panels holding up numbered scorecards, petty jealousies among lifelong rivals, and partisan crowds booing their favourite’s low scores, have all the flavour of great sporting events,’ Valenti argued. ‘Add to that dead- serious categories like realness: Rikers Island versus Sing Sing (butch queens only) and ferocious style presentations and it’s little wonder that uptown balls—with a little help from House of Field, the first downtown house—became last season’s sleeper entertainment hit.’23 Valenti concluded her piece with the obser vation that the Xtravaganzas were hoping to take ball culture out of the ballrooms, although they weren’t sure how to make that happen. ‘Some dream of bigger runways and fashion careers,’ she wrote. ‘Some look only as far as their next category.’24 

The breakthrough came about when voguers started to walk the runways a year later, first for Thierry Mugler’s show in Paris, then for the Design Industries Foundation for Aids Love Ball event at the Roseland Ballroom, which was staged by club promoter Susanne Bartsch and Details editor Annie Flanders. ‘The evening had all the elements that make New York City nightlife remarkable: beauty, pageantry, celebrity and gender confusion,’ reported the NY Times. 'Leading figures from the fashion industry were on hand to sponsor, perform or judge in perhaps the biggest public display to date of “voguing”, a campy, stylised version of runway modelling that has flourished for decades in Harlem and more recently in downtown nightclubs.’25 

Beneath the jubilant tone, however, the corporate sponsors of the event made a point of handpicking the houses that attended (LaBeija, Omni and Xtravaganza), and systematically excluded those that, by dint of their names, were deemed to have encroached in an unacceptable manner on the proprietary interests of major-player fashion emporiums (such as the Houses of Chanel, Dior and Lauren). ‘In the end the House of Chanel had to add “International” to their name and spell it differently otherwise they were going to be sued,’ recalls Kevin Ultra Omni. Appearing at the event as the master of ceremonies, David Ian Xtravaganza said: ‘I never thought I’d see the day when we’d be doing this downtown.’26 Reporters from Time magazine noted the mainstreaming impact of the Love Ball event as well as the circles that were forming around the House of Xtravaganza at Tracks. ‘Forget breakdancing,’ they declared hyperbolically. ‘So long to hip-hop. At the hottest clubs in Manhattan, on MTV and at Paris fashion shows, the ultra-hip are into voguing.’27 

Voguers also started to make inroads into the recording studio in 1989 when Willi Ninja appeared on Malcolm McLaren and the Bootzilla Orchestra’s Deep in Vogue as well as the accompanying video, the first of its kind.28 Widely known for his high-profile adoption of punk and hip-hop, McLaren found out about voguing when Johnny Dynell, a Tunnel DJ, member of the House of Xtravaganza and husband of Chi Chi Valenti, sent him a tape of an unfinished movie by Jennie Livingston in the hope that it would help the director raise money to wrap up her project. ‘I told Malcolm about the ball house scene because I thought it was perfect for him,’ recalls Dynell, who encountered voguers and ball kids on the West Side piers before they started to head to the Tunnel, and who was asked to DJ at the Love Ball. ‘Of course, he immediately put sound bites from the movie on his record. What the hell was I thinking?’ Totally relaxed about drawing on other people’s work while purportedly spreading its visibility, McLaren also reproduced the last lines of Valenti’s article about club nations, which ran: ‘Sometimes on a legendary night / Like the closing of the Garage / When the crowd is calling down the spirits / Listen, and you will hear all the houses that walked there before.’ (‘She sued and won credit,’ says Dynell.) As with hip-hop, McLaren promoted the voguing scene as a subcultural trend that harnessed working-class energy into music and dance. ‘It is to do with everyday life,’ the impresario told the New Musical Express. ‘It’s amazing, so many of the shows here, you’ve got all these bimbos who walk without passion. The great thing about Voguing is you walk with passion.’29 

Also released in 1989, Elements of Vogue featured David Ian Xtravaganza talking over a backing track that sampled the drums and horn stabs from the Salsoul Orchestra’s Ooh I Love It (Love Break), a ball favourite that contained a pre-rap rap by the Salsoul Hustlers. Co-produced by David DePino and Johnny Dynell, the idea for the record was hatched on the Tracks dance floor. ‘David Ian and I threw a ball at Tracks,’ remembers DePino. ‘At this ball was a guy from England. He was inspired by the voguing and Johnny brought him to the booth to meet me, and he asked if Johnny and I would like to make a vogue record. We all went to England; Johnny, David Ian, Chi and myself. This was late 1988.’ David Ian delivered the rhymes: ‘Vogue the latest dance obsession / A form of total self- expression / With no regard to your profession / Elements of vogue / Make a banjee or a femme impression / Striking poses in succession / Get ready for your first real session / Of vogue.’ 

Drag ball and voguing culture made its screen breakthrough in 1990 when Livingston’s movie, titled Paris Is Burning after the 1986 ball staged by Paris Dupree and the House of Dupree, began to pick up awards at film festivals. Shot between 1986 and 1989, the documentary provided a rich cultural insight into the previously clandestine culture of black and Latin drag balls through its mix of ballroom footage, everyday-life material shot at the piers, and interviews with Pepper LaBeija, Dorian Corey, Angie Xtravaganza and others. At one point in the film, one protagonist turns to another and says, ‘You have three strikes against you; you’re black, gay and a drag queen.’ Later, as the joyous, sublime and often hilarious scenes of the ball fade from view, the narrative turns to the day-to-day reality of life on the street as Venus Xtravaganza, a member of the House of Xtravaganza since 1983, describes her plan to save money for sex reassignment surgery while working as a prostitute, hoping that one day she might live as a ‘spoiled, rich, white girl living in the suburbs’. Venus was subsequently found murdered in a New York hotel room, her body shoved under a bed, with Angie left to recount the heartrending tale of her daughter’s death to Livingston. 

Leading queer theorist Judith Butler responded to the film by asking whether the depicted drag queens undermine dominant values around gender and sexuality, showing them to be based on performance rather than some form of essential identity, or whether they effectively reinforce them by placing a high value on the lifestyle and material values of dominant white culture. ‘Venus, and Paris Is Burning more generally, calls into question whether parodying the dominant norms is enough to displace them,’ argues Butler. ‘When Venus speaks her desire to become a whole woman, to find a man and have a house in the suburbs with a washing machine, we may well question whether the denaturalisation of gender and sexuality that she performs, and performs well, culminates in a reworking of the normative framework of heterosexuality.’30 In another response, the black intellectual bell hooks argued that Livingston was only able to make the film in the first place because she was white, educated and therefore more powerful than the drag queens she represented. Developing her attack, hooks added that ‘the whiteness celebrated in Paris is Burning is not just any old brand of whiteness, but rather that brutal imperial ruling-class capitalist patriarchal whiteness that presents itself—its way of life—as theonlymeaningfullifethereis’.31 Hooks also critiqued the wider media for assuming that Livingston ‘somehow did this marginalised black gay subculture a favour by bringing their experience to a wider public’, giving ‘these “poor black souls” a way to realise their dreams’ while masking her own gains.32 By the time hooks’ critique appeared in her book Black Looks, the documentar y had shared the Grand Jury Prize at the 1991 Sundance film festival and went on to gross $4m at the box office. 

Madonna also latched onto the drag ball and voguing scene, and working to a much tighter turnaround and with a good deal more capital than Livingston, came out with the single and accompanying video of Vogue in March 1990. Co-produced by Shep Pettibone, the remixer behind Ooh I Love It, the track reproduced the drum patterns and synth stabs of Elements of Vogue, introduced the bass line from Love is the Message plus a snatch of another melodic line from the same record, and featured Madonna’s lyrics, which instructed listeners to ‘strike a pose’ and ‘vogue to the music’. Madonna also listed a series of Hollywood stars before adding ‘Ladies with an attitude / Fellows that were in the mood / Don’t just stand there, let’s get to it / Strike a pose, there’s nothing to it’. Drawing on art deco aesthetics and the Golden Age of Hollywood, the highly stylised black-and-white video featured Luis and Jose Xtravaganza voguing with Madonna in between shots of the singer posing in the manner of some of the name-checked movie icons. Vogue became the best-selling single of 1990. 

Madonna parachuted into the voguing scene in order to build her single and piece together a cast for the video. ‘Madonna’s friend Debbie M always came to Tracks and was a friend of mine and two other Xtravaganzas, Luis and Michael, who was a hairdresser and did Debbie M’s hair,’ notes DePino. ‘They set up a meeting with me and Madonna, who came to Tracks when the club was closed to meet and watch some voguers. I had a group of kids there to vogue for her, including some kids from other houses. She picked out who she liked for the video.’ Madonna also started to head to the Sound Factory, where Xtravaganzas were beginning to dance on a Saturday night thanks in part to DJ Junior Vasquez’s 1989 production Just Like A Queen by Ellis D (a play on LSD). ‘The first time she came to the club she called ahead,’ says Vasquez. ‘She came into the booth and then sat on the speaker in front of me. After that she came periodically for about three months.’ When Jose and Luis were hired as backing dancers for Madonna’s critically acclaimed Blond Ambition tour, which ran from April to August 1990, they took voguing around the world, and they loomed even larger when they featured as the unofficial co-stars of Madonna’s behind-the-scenes documentary of the tour, In Bed with Madonna (titled Truth or Dare in the US). In the movie Madonna could barely resist their lithe bodies, emotional exuberance and sly sense of humour. 

Although they reaped very different rewards, both Madonna and Livingston were accused of ransacking drag ball culture for their own ends, and for benefiting from their engagements with ball culture and voguing in a much more explicit way than the participants they maintained they had helped. ‘Madonna never came back to the Sound Factory after the tour,’ says Vasquez. ‘She was over vogue.’ Meanwhile, the queens and voguers who had co-operated with Livingston saw no reason to assume an uncharacteristically meek guise when asked for their views. ‘When Jennie first came, we were at a ball, in our fantasy, and she threw papers at us,’ says Pepper LaBeija. ‘We didn’t read them, because we wanted the attention. We loved being filmed. Later, when she did the interviews, she gave us a couple hundred dollars. But she told us that when the film came out we would be all right. There would be more coming. And that made me think I would have enough money for a car and a nice apartment and for my kids’ education. Because a number of years ago, to please my mother, I took a little break from being a 24-hour drag queen, and so I have a daughter, 15, and a son ready for college. But then the film came out and—nothing. They all got rich, and we got nothing.’33 

Then again, LaBeija also declared her approval of the broader project and its knock-on effects. ‘I love the movie, I watch it more than often, and I don’t agree that it exploits us,’ she commented in 1993. ‘It brought me international fame. I do love that. Walking down the street, people stop me all the time. Which was one of my dreams doing the drags in the first place.’34 Adding that a payment of just $10,000 would have been enough to help her realise her main ambition—to move out of her mother’s house—LaBeija’s response indicated that while Paris Is Burning suggested that drag queens aspired to a life of fame, money, designer clothing and the high life, their ambitions were in fact extremely modest. For sure, they were drawn to an idea of glamour, an idea that long preceded the rise of the supermodel and the global pop icon, but in pursuing that end they developed a unique mode of expression that was always consciously aware of its working-class and ethnic rootedness. Back in 1989, the New York Times had added to its report of the Love Ball that ‘Voguers employ fluttery hand movements, gymnastic contortions and freeze-frame poses. They also chew gum. They do not look like Vogue models’.35 Nor, it could be deduced, did they aspire to look like Vogue models. 

For many, the years that followed the release of Paris Is Burning and Vogue were markedly anticlimactic. The most notably successful voguer of his generation, Ninja pieced together a career that included dance appearances, club promotion, occasional recording studio work and, most pointedly, tutoring sessions for women on how to behave like a woman. Appearing under their given names as they pursued careers, Luis Camacho and Jose Gutierez teamed up with Vasquez to record The Queen’s English under the name of Jose & Luis for Sire in 1993, after which Luis pursued a modestly successful career as dancer-

choreographer. But few other managed to find work from the national spotlight that shone briefly on drag culture. A somewhat humiliating case in point, Angie Xtravaganza was invited to perform and pose with her children in a shop window at Barney’s as part of the store tribute to the visiting Duchess of York, and that was that. Meanwhile, the intensification of the Aids epidemic in the immediate aftermath of voguing’s media breakthrough appeared to threaten the very molecular structure of the drag balls and their associated houses. 

First identified in 1981, Aids took eight years to claim its first 100,000 lives, and another three years to claim its next 100,000 lives, after which another 300,000 passed in the four years that ran to 1995, the year the disease peaked. Angie Xtravaganza died on 6 April 1993 aged 27. ‘She died of complications from Aids, but she also had chronic liver trouble, probably brought on by the hormones she’d been taking since the age of 15 to soften her skin and give her breasts and hips,’ Michael Cunningham wrote in his elegiac enquiry into her life. ‘She’d lived for over 10 years as her own creation, a ferocious maternal force who turned tricks in hotel rooms over a bar called the Cock Ring and who made chicken soup for the gaggle of friends she called her kids after they came home from a long night on the town.’36 Reporting from the Sound Factory Bar memorial party, Jesse Green of the New York Times noted the outpouring of grief. ‘It’s not just her, it’s all of them,’ commented Hector Xtravaganza. ‘My entire gay childhood is disintegrating before my eyes.’ 

Green added that drag ball culture had become a victim of its fleeting success, noting that once the mainstream had started to copy the subculture that was copying it, ‘the subculture itself was no longer of interest to a wider audience, and whatever new opportunities existed for the principals dried up.’37 That left the cast of Paris Is Burning minus Dorian Corey and Willi Ninja determined to pursue Livingston for additional payments and in 1991, the director agreed to pay out a total of $55,000 (a figure she says she was always committed to) to the 13 performers based on the length of time they appeared on screen. ‘The Bette Davis money just wasn’t there,’ Dorian Corey told Green. ‘But I didn’t do it for money anyway - I did it for fun. Always have.’38 Corey proceeded to express her fears for younger drag queens who had taken to ‘turning tricks’ to earn a living. ‘And today it’s so risky, with the almighty shadow opening the door,’ she said. ‘Even I have to worry. I’ve had such a torrid past.’39 A little over four months later, Corey died of Aids complications on 29 August, aged 55. 

Since then Avis Pendavis (1995), David Ian Xtravaganza (circa 2001), Pepper LaBeija (2003), Willi Ninja (2006), Octavia St Laurent (2009) and Paris Dupree (2011) have all died, most of them from Aids complications, some from unspecified causes. The cumulative culling of the last remaining mothers and fathers from the pioneering house scene has generated the impression that, as Green put in the New York Times, ‘Paris is no longer burning. It has burned.’40 Yet the fateful narrative of Aids = Queer Death should not be allowed to obscure the fact that as terrible as the consequences of the disease have been for the drag ball community, the demonstrative and courageous underpinnings of ball culture also went on to infuse the political and aesthetic radicalism of Act-Up, the campaign that applied dramatic public pressure on the US government to act more decisively around Aids, with drag queens a prominent, declarative presence on the organisation’s high-octane marches. 

The ball scene also flourished in the period that followed the expectation- raising interventions of Livingston and Madonna. Before Paris Is Burning came out, there were 27 active houses in New York, Christian Marcel LaBeija, grandfather of the House of LaBeija, told Gay City News in 2003. A year later, there were 70. Meanwhile, says community health specialist Ivan Monforte, the Gay Men’s Health Crisis founded the House of Latex in 1990 in order to address HIV/Aids through dance and the staging of an annual ball at the Roseland Ballroom. ‘Known simply as the Latex Ball, it has been attended by as many as 5,000 people, functioning as something akin to the Academy Awards for the House and Ball community,’ says Monforte. ‘Awards are given to members of the community for their contributions to the scene and for their efforts to deal with the prevalence of HIV/Aids within the House and Ball community.’41 Voguing remains a difficult dance, and its take-up has been less marked than the equally difficult practice of breaking, whose proponents have never had to overcome the stigma of queerness when promoting their style. Yet voguing lives on in dance clubs, drag balls and houses, oblivious to those who assumed that the early 1990s combination of over- exposure, commercialisation and Aids would leave it for dead. 

‘People don’t understand the continuing importance of the houses,’ Andre Collins, DJ at the Warehouse in the Bronx, a hub for voguing from the late 1990s onwards, told the Village Voice in 2000. ‘They think it all ended with Paris Is Burning. Those legend—Paris and Pepper and Dorian—are important, but what nobody realises is that the concept has transferred from one generation to another.’42 Stretching back to the late 19th century, drag queens have sought out non-conformist means of dressing and dancing as a basic freedom, and that wasn’t about to stop because a film failed to bring fame to a handful of drag queens, or because Aids terrorised the houses for a 15-year period. ‘You have to realise,’ added Collins, ‘that, from the onset, there has been a need for gay people to have a unity. Being a homosexual, a lot of these kids have been ostracised, beat up by their families, thrown out of their homes. It’s no different now than when I was a kid. Some of these kids are homeless and struggling. They don’t know how much talent and ability they have going on. So, if they join a house, they can belong somewhere. They can be part of a team.’43  

 

Photograph by Chantal Regnault. Courtesy of Soul Jazz Books

 

Photograph by Chantal Regnault. Courtesy of Soul Jazz Books

In 2006 Kevin Ultra Omni co-directed How Do I Look, a community-driven documentary that aimed to (in the words of Omni) ‘iron out some of the discrepancies of Paris Is Burning’. ‘Jennie Livingston only showed the drag queens going on about having nose jobs and snatching burgers, and she never even addressed HIV or Aids,’ adds Omni. ‘Our film shows the femme queens who actually went to college. It shows one of them who works now in Washington DC and who just reopened the House of Christian. She’s a registered nurse and is going for her PhD.’

And what if the queens knew that society would always exclude them from assuming power? Did that mean that they had to stop dressing up on a Saturday night? Critics didn’t necessarily take care to think through the powerful impetus that underpinned house ball culture, which was not to become so proficiently real that they could actually pass for the thing they were imitating, because the queens knew they barely stood a chance and shared few illusions about their prospects in the fashion world. No, the shared impetus was to socialise, have fun and survive, because this was the only life they had in front of them and they might as well live it. That didn’t mean the media spotlight of 1990-91 had no effect, and since then drag ball culture has never been able (nor felt a great need) to see itself as being subcultural and underground. Omni maintains that at today’s balls men outnumber drag queens three-to-one, in part because many ex-queens have had operations and, as women, no longer want to take part in drag categories. New legends are forging their reputations, even if the pioneering legends remain an inspiration to all. As Valenti put it, 'Listen, and you will hear all the houses that walked there before'. 

 

NOTES 

1. Chauncey, Gay New York, 293. 

The quote “Listen, and you will hear all the houses that 

walked there before” is drawn from Chi Chi Valenti's 

article article “Nations”, Details, October 1988, 158-74. 

2. Hughes, Big Sea, 273. 

3. Hughes, 227-28. 

4. Quoted in Chauncey, Gay New York, 130. 

5. Broadway Brevities, 14 March 1932, 12. Quoted in 

Chauncey, 297. 

6. Ford and Tyler, Young and the Evil, 152. 

7. Quoted in Chauncey, “Campaign Against 

Homosexuality”, 296. 

8. “Female Impersonators: Men Who Like to Dress Like 

Women Combine Fantastic Fashion Shows with Gay 

Masquerade Balls in New York and Chicago”, Ebony, 

March 1953, 64. 

9. Ibid., 64-65. 

10. From the “Timeline... The History of the Ballroom 

Scene” discussion on the Walk 4 Me Wednesdays 

Shade Board, http://walk4mewednesdays.com 

/nsb9/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=60&start=15. 

11. Michael Cunningham, “The Slap of Love”, Open City, 

6, 175-96. 

12. Renata Adler, “Movie Review: The Queen”, New York 

Times, 18 June 1968. Crystal La-Beija’s response 

can be seen at 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcMdNLe5xzo 

13. Posted by TheGreatestBallOnEarth! (Terrence Legend 

International) at 

http://www.walk4mewednesdays.com 

/nsb9/viewtopic.php?f=14&t=21572 on 16 May 

2008. 

14. The dates are drawn from the “Timeline... The History 

of the Ballroom Scene” discussion on the “Walk 4 Me 

Wednesdays Shade Board”, posted at 

http://www.walk4mewednesdays.com/nsb9/viewtopi 

c.php?f=14&t=21572. They are the most reliable 

available. 

15. Cunningham, “The Slap of Love”. 

16. Eric Schneider, Vampires, 

Dragons and Egyptian Kings, 217. 

17. Spoken in Livingston, Paris Is Burning, 1990. 

18. Frank Leon Roberts, “There’s No Place Like Home: A 

History of House Ball Culture,” Wiretap, 6 June 2007. 

19. Valenti, “Nations”. 

20. J.D. Reed “They’re Puttin’ on the Vogue”, Time, 

22.5.1989. 

21. Interview with the author. Ensuing interviews are 

conducted with the author unless other-wise stated. 

22. Kevin Ultra Omni, “The Beginning”, Rock Star 

Magazine, April 2005. 

23. Valenti, “Nations”, 160. 

24. Ibid., 170. 

25. Woody Hochswender, “Vogueing Against AIDS: A 

Quest for ‘Overness’,” New York Times, 12 May 1989. 

26. J.D. Reed and Janice C. Simpson, “Living: They’re 

Puttin’ On the Vogue”, Time, May 22, 1989. 

27. Ibid. 

28. The video can be viewed at 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9KDmJQjS_0. 

29. Jim Shelley, “Vogue this Way”, New Musical Express, 

15 April 1989, 13. 

30. Butler, Bodies That Matter, 125, 133. 

31. hooks, Black Looks, 149. 

32. Ibid., 153. 

33. Jesse Green, “Paris Has Burned”, New York Times, 18 

April 1993. 

34. Green, “Paris Has Burned”. 

35. Hochswender, “Vogueing Against AIDS”. 

36. Cunningham, “The Slap of Love”. 

37. Green, “Paris Has Burned”. 

38. Ibid. 

39. Ibid. 

40. Ibid. 

41. Ivan Monforte, “House and Ball Culture Goes Wide”, 

42. Guy Trebay, “Legends of the Ball”, Village Voice, 11 

January 2000. 

43. Trebay, “Legends of the Ball”. 

 

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“Icons: Arthur Russell”. Attitude, October 2009.

Reprinted in Loops, Switzerland, 2011.

Arthur Russell on the rooftop of 437 East Twelfth Street in mid-1980's. Photograph by Tom Lea

A composer and multi-instrumentalist who lived and worked in New York during the creative peak of the downtown era, Russell was a quirky character who appeared to live at a tangent to his times. While his peers prepared for Armageddon by dressing in ripped black leather as they explored the outer limits of noise, Russell wore check shirts and made music that was esoteric yet anthemic in order to pursue Buddhist enlightenment. Scarred by acne, caught up in multitrack tape and perpetually poor, he struggled to make his presence felt until he died of complications arising from AIDS in 1992.

But Russell was more than a charmingly peripheral misfit whose recordings resonate with beauty, innocence and mystery. Working at the heart of downtown’s epoch-shaping compositional, rock, dance and hip hop scenes of the 1970s and 1980s, he performed and recorded new music, new wave, disco and hip hop, as well as straight-up pop, twisted folk and voice-cello dub. And because Russell moved within and between these sounds and scenes in a simultaneous blur that wasn’t matched by any of his contemporaries he also embodied the potential of a democratic-sonic utopia. As he told Donald Murk when his one-time companion and personal manager made the commercial case for a more streamlined profile, “I will not be defined.”

Russell learnt about the importance of freedom while growing up in Oskaloosa, Iowa. An irregular kid who preferred the cello to sports, he was an outsider at school, and when his drug experiments led to a bust-up with his parents – they found out about the marijuana but not the LSD — he ran away from home aged sixteen. Russell ended up in San Francisco and after a period of directionless mooching moved into a highly disciplined Buddhist commune. From there he attended classes at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music and the Ali Akbar College of Music while developing an ethereal strain of twisted folk. Meanwhile a budding friendship with Allen Ginsberg resulted in him travelling to Manhattan for a recording session with the Beatnik poet and Bob Dylan. So began Russell’s New York odyssey.

Russell returned to Manhattan in the autumn of 1973 to study composition at the Manhattan School of Music but, objecting to the institution’s severity, he eked out a space on the floor of Ginsberg’s East Village apartment and began to forge friendships in downtown’s compositional scene. Within 18 months Russell became Music Director of the Kitchen, a pre-eminent centre for experimental music and video, and an early performance of a piece titled Instrumentals revealed the way he hoped to introduce pop and Buddhist sensibilities into the orchestral tradition. “He was way ahead of other people in understanding that the walls between concert music and popular music and avant-garde music were illusory, that they need not exist,” comments the composer Philip Glass, who attended the concert. “He lived in a world in which those walls weren’t there.”

Russell continued to explore improbable connections when he programmed the Modern Lovers, a pre-punk band whose bare-bones aesthetic resonated with developments in orchestral minimalism, to perform at the Kitchen. By then Russell might have turned down the chance to become the fourth Talking Head in order to pursue a more explicitly sincere form of uplifting pop with the Flying Hearts. A couple of years later he joined a new wave outfit called the Necessaries, but jumped out of the band’s tour van en route to a gig in Washington when the thought of dedicating himself to one group and one sound became unbearable.

Drawn to the ecstatic potential of repetitive music, Russell was ready for disco, and his shifting sexual preferences drew him into the dynamic milieu of downtown dance. Having enjoyed apparently fulfilling relationships with women, Russell became more interested in men, and after the briefest of flings with Ginsberg began to date a man who was tight with Nicky Siano, the DJ at the Gallery, a predominantly black gay private party. Inspired by the venue’s blend of aesthetic adventure and social progressiveness, Russell went on to pioneer the sound of mutant disco with releases such as “Kiss Me Again”, “Is It All Over My Face?” and “Go Bang! #5″. On these and other tracks such as “Pop Your Funk” and “Clean On Your Bean”, Russell suffused dance floor play with illicit innuendo, while his willingness to team up with cutting-edge remixers such as Walter Gibbons, François Kevorkian and Larry Levan confirmed his interest in the infinite mutability of sound.

Russell enjoyed a degree of commercial success in disco/dance and was also invited to compose music for Robert Wilson’s avant-garde operaMedea. But he blew money as soon as it came his way – his close friend and collaborator Steven Hall says he was a “studio junkie” – and as a result became emotionally and financially dependent on his partner Tom Lee, who provided him with the emotional and economic stability he needed to pursue his unpredictable projects. Russell’s parents also helped out, especially when their son needed to purchase a new piece of must-have technology. But this support couldn’t match the early advances Russell had received from labels such as Sire and West End, and as the lucrative commissions dried up, Russell’s acoustic songs, unorthodox dance and funky electronic pop became more elemental and intimate. The acclaimed album World of Echo remains the standout release from this later period.

Straight friends and musicians only realised Russell was gay when they were told. “I was clueless,” says the African American percussionist Mustafa Ahmed. “Coming from where I was coming from, a gay person was a flaming fag. Arthur didn’t behave that way.” Meanwhile the trombonist and composer Peter Zummo, another close collaborator, recalls Russell confiding in him he was a “closet heterosexual”. Russell insisted he was happy with his life as a gay man, yet as with his music, he might have wanted to protect the freedom to be more than one thing. When an inconsequential fling resulted in him contracting HIV, the debate was curtailed. Russell wrote “A Sudden Chill” soon after and continued to make music until a year before he died, aged 41, in 1992. Lee couldn’t have been more devoted to his lover during this period, while Ginsberg was the last person (other than Lee) to sit by his bedside.

Russell’s passing was met with respectful but limited recognition, and the release of the posthumous album Another Thought on Glass’s Point Music in 1994 seemed to mark the final twist in an ultimately thwarted career. But ten years later Audika and Soul Jazz released two more posthumous collections, which triggered a wave of media coverage that has contributed to an unprecedented level of interest in Russell’s music. Since then Audika has released several more albums, including a new collection of songs titled Love Is Overtaking Me, while Matt Wolf’s documentary filmWild Combination provides an exquisite visual account of Russell’s life.

More of a breakthrough than a comeback, the interest in Russell is good news for his friends and family, whose only regret is that the acclaim arrived so late. Perhaps that was always going to be the case. An unassuming trendsetter who frequently puzzled his downtown peers, Russell was an anathema within the context of the commercial music market. Russell would have almost certainly opposed the slightly cultish element that has accompanied his elevated profile, because he was the first person to point out that almost all of his music was grounded in collaboration. But perhaps it’s because of these tensions – tensions between the individual and the global, the light and the serious – that Russell is attracting such an unlikely passion.

“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.