Our receptionist is listening to house music at the front desk. Old School House from my days in the rave culture. A few of us were up there talking about the “old days” – what fond memories I have from my raving days!
A few of my favorites:
Going to any party where my friend Fil Latorre was spinning, knowing he would eventually play “Dreams” by Deep Dish Boys, one of my favorite songs of all time.
Going to a party in NC and being told by several patrons that my friends and I were the best dancers in the room.
My friend Scottie locking himself in his dorm room for an entire weekend to learn how to dance liquid-style. In 1994 this was a new form of dancing in the DC area – very hard to learn for someone like Scottie, who actually didn’t have a lot of rhythm. The next weekend he was dancing better than all of us – he had mastered liquid and was a joy to watch.
Hanging out in Charlottesville on the weekends for small local parties that Fil was spinning for, spending Sunday afternoons post-party listening to house music at Stroud’s skate shop (is it still there? who knows?)
Carrying a little notebook in my back pocket to every rave and club so that if I heard a song I liked I could raid the dj booth to find out the song title/artist and write it down.
7 a.m. when the deep house music would come on over the speakers, and all the weary ravers would suddenly find their second wind and take over the dance floor for a final frenzy before leaving for the afterhours.