This Is A Podcast About House Music
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Season 1: Immerse yourself in stories of the birth of House Music and its regional influences.
Season 2: The stories that never made the headlines—the quiet ones, the erased ones, the ones still living in the basslines and breakdowns. House music rose out of the wreckage—after disco was declared dead, while AIDS was being ignored, and as Black and queer communities were pushed to the margins. It was protest. It was joy. It was survival. And the people who shaped it weren’t always let in, given credit, or remembered. We’re remembering them now.
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Die-In On The Dance Floor (Untold Stories in House Music: S2 E2)
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05/16/25 • 5 min
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This is a podcast about house music. I’m thatpodcastgirl, C Dub, and I’m here to guide us through the untold stories behind the house music. This season, we’re remembering what was almost lost—what pulsed in the basslines and lived in the corners. Stories that stayed alive only because someone danced them into memory. Picture this:
It’s 2024, and you’re in Berlin. A DJ pulls out a vinyl with no label and no sleeve. Just black wax and instinct. She drops it. It’s from Shelter. A remix from decades ago. The crowd roars. But most people in the room don’t know that track was once played in protest. They don’t know about the night the beat was an act of defiance.
In the early 1980s, a virus began to spread. And for far too long, the world stayed quiet.
The clubs that gave people freedom—places like the Warehouse, the Paradise Garage, the Power Plant—became spaces of mourning. Dancers disappeared every week. DJs lost their friends. Party flyers became obituaries.
The government wasn’t naming it. So the music did.
Michael Roberson is a scholar, a father of the House of Garcón, and a Black queer activist. He’s often spoken about the ballroom floor as a sacred place during the AIDS epidemic.
“We were losing people every week. So we danced with them, for them, through them.”
For Michael and so many others, house wasn’t just escape. It was church and it was ritual. It was where you could scream into the bass and still be held.
At the Paradise Garage, DJ Larry Levan began playing extended versions of tracks with long breakdowns and pauses. Sometimes he left full seconds of silence.
Club historian Tim Lawrence says:
“People would stand still, or scream, or weep. The music gave them space to grieve.”
In 1989, ACT UP held a die-in at the CDC in Atlanta, Georgia. That same night, on the floor at a gay club in New York, dancers lay down in silence.
They called it dancing to remember.
There’s also a story about a track that included a voicemail. The voice said:
“I can’t go on.”
Nobody agrees on who made it, and some say it was a real message. Others say it was constructed from memory.
It was played only once. In a small club. Quiet room. Full of people who understood.
Then the beat dropped.
At the door, the ten-dollar cover might be for the DJ—or for someone’s casket. Sometimes it paid for AZT. Sometimes for rent, or a hospital bed.
At the Shelter in New York, one woman came every weekend, in the same shirt. She danced in the same corner.
“I’m here for my brother,” she told the DJ once. “He used to dance here. I still do it for him.”
At certain parties, there was a board behind the DJ booth—names were pinned, and candles lit. It wasn’t advertised because it didn’t need to be - those were friends.
Flyers used coded language: “This one’s for family,” or “bring your breath.” That meant someone had passed. That meant come ready to move through it.
These weren’t just parties. They were vigils on the dance floor.
Frankie Knuckles once said:
“You can play joy. But you can also play mourning. The floor knows the difference.”
The dancefloor didn’t ignore the crisis. It became the memorial.
And for some, it stayed that way. From the early 1980s through the late 1990s—and even into the 2000s in clubs like The Shelter and Body & Soul—these spaces continued to hold grief and memory. Candles continued behind the booth. Sundays
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The Other Door at The Warehouse (Untold Stories in House Music: S2 E1)
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05/15/25 • 6 min
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This is a podcast about house music. I'm thatpodcastgirl, C-Dub, and I'm here to guide us through the untold stories behind the house music. This season, we’re telling the stories that never made the headlines—the quiet ones, the erased ones, the ones still living in the basslines and breakdowns. House music rose out of the wreckage—after disco was declared dead, while AIDS was being ignored, and as Black and queer communities were pushed to the margins. It was protest. It was joy. It was survival. And the people who shaped it weren’t always let in, given credit, or remembered. We’re remembering them now.
In 1977, on the West Loop of Chicago, a man named Robert Williams opened the doors to something rare. A space that would come to mean everything.
It was called The Warehouse.
Williams had moved from New York. He’d spent time at David Mancuso’s Loft and Nicky Siano’s Gallery—spaces where music wasn’t just a soundtrack. It was an offering. A way to hold each other in sound.
When he came to Chicago, he carried that vision with him.
He once said:
"I didn’t want to open a bar. I wanted a house party that never ended."
*(Chicago Tribune, 2014)*
He found a building on South Jefferson—three floors, concrete bones, no signage. Just potential. He called his friend Frankie Knuckles. Frankie didn’t just mix records. He shaped mood. His sets built slowly, tenderly. A gospel chord stretched across a disco break. Synths weaving through soul. He played what the room needed—before the room knew it needed it. There was no shouting into the mic. No interruptions. Just music, steady and intentional. The sound didn’t have a name yet. But it was unmistakable. People started calling it house. A nod to where they heard it first. For many, The Warehouse was more than a club. It was where the weight came off. Where you could exhale.
A dancer once recalled:
"Frankie played like he was watching us—not the other way around. If someone cried in the corner, the next song held them."
*(Chicago House Music Oral History Project)*
But that wasn’t everyone’s experience.
Some people never made it past the door.
There were quiet rules. About how you looked. Who you knew. Whether you matched the room.
One man wrote:
"I stood outside The Warehouse in ’81 and watched the guy in front of me go in. The door shut behind him. I didn’t get in. That rejection stayed with me—but it also made me start something else."
*(Out & Proud Archive, Chicago)*
For those turned away, something else had to be built. New spaces began to open. Not spin-offs. Not alternatives. Their own worlds. Places like the Power Plant. The Bismarck. The Music Box.
Sometimes you heard about the party through a friend. Sometimes it was a flyer taped to a pole, already half torn. A back room. A storage space. A dancefloor that wasn’t trying to impress anyone.
The Music Box, in particular, held something raw. The ceilings dripped with condensation. The walls throbbed. The air was soaked with sweat and smoke.
One dancer said:
"The ceiling would drip. The walls would shake. You couldn’t fake it. You had to move, or leave."
*(Black LGBTQ Archives, Spelman College)*
Another remembered:
"It was the first time I saw a man scream during a breakdown. Not because he was scared—but because he needed to get something out of his body."
*(ACT UP Club Culture Collection, NYC)*
Ron Hardy was at the center. His sets didn’t follow the beat. They followed the feeling. He looped tracks until people broke open. He reversed them. Sometimes it was chaos. But it was the kind of chaos that made sense in your bones. This wasn’t a reaction to The Warehouse
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Baltimore House Music: K-Swift, The Paradox, Skateland North Point
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04/28/25 • 6 min
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Welcome back groove lovers! This is House Foundations, a podcast about house music. I’m your host, C Dub. Tonight, we’re heading to a city where house music caught fire and burned a new path through the streets. In Baltimore, the beats didn’t aim to please. They hit hard, ran fast, and refused to be ignored. Baltimore Club was carved from basement parties, roller rinks, street corners — born from a city’s need to dance through every hardship. Let’s dive in.
When house and soulful rhythms drifted from Chicago and New York, Baltimore heard them — but chose a different journey. The city's pulse demanded a sharper edge, a louder voice. In the heart of it all stood The Paradox — a downtown stronghold where the sound system hurled music into the bodies of everyone packed onto the floor. This was a place where every night tested your spirit, left bass echoing in your chest long after the sun came up. The line outside wrapped around the block, buzzing with anticipation. Sneakers tapped, bodies bounced to the faint rumble of the bass leaking through the heavy doors. Everyone was there for the same reason: to be claimed by the night.
Before The Paradox came the sparks. Odell’s Nightclub, with its disco, R&B, and early house sets, planted the first seeds in Baltimore's dance scene. Hammerjacks, the legendary warehouse space, turned those seeds wild with raw, untamed energy. Young DJs crafted their skills at The Twilight Zone on Belair Road, where experimentation wasn’t just allowed — it was essential. Skateland North Point offered a sanctuary for the next generation, where skating and dancing blurred into one pure form of expression. Here, you didn’t chase velvet ropes or exclusive lists. You found freedom, a flash of sweat and joy in the rhythm.
Inside these spaces, DJs pushed boundaries. They tore records apart and rebuilt them in jagged, urgent shapes. Armed with battered equipment like Cool Edit Pro, beat-up MPCs, and dusty SP-1200s, they sampled tiny fragments of sound and spun them into explosive loops. Voices became drums. Beats jumped forward like electricity snapping through wire. Basslines cracked foundations. Scottie B, DJ Technics, Rod Lee, DJ Boobie, Jimmy Jones — they shaped a language spoken with kicks, snares, and fearless imagination.
In the middle of it all stood K-Swift — Baltimore’s crowned Club Queen. Her ascent wasn’t an accident. Night after night at The Paradox, she summoned entire rooms into one throbbing heartbeat. Sundays under her decks became sacred. As K-Swift said herself, "I just want people to feel good when they hear my music, that’s all I ever wanted." Her sets didn’t follow a script; they followed the crowd’s need to break loose, to rise, to breathe through the music.
K-Swift’s magic spilled beyond downtown. At Skateland North Point, she handed the next generation the keys to a world where rhythm was resistance and community. Her mixtapes became relics of that energy — sold in gas stations, salons, flea markets, shared hand to hand until they wore thin. A K-Swift tape wasn’t a possession; it was a lifeline. Young people would scrape together their last few dollars just to grab the latest volume, knowing it held the soundtrack to their summer, their first loves, their first battles on the floor. Swift wasn’t just at the center of the scene. She was the scene — the living pulse of a sound too wild to tame.
A night inside The Paradox etched itself into your bones. The stickiness of the air, the relentless bass, the shared sweat of strangers turned into family by the dance floor. In those moments, Baltimore wasn't weighed down by anything but lifted, brightened, electrified.
Baltimore Club was never made to sit still. The energy exploded outward. DJ Ta
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Detroit House Music: Where the Belleville Three Minted Techno music, where The Shelter, Cheeks and Motor Lounge were prime spots
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04/24/25 • 6 min
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Hey everyone, welcome back to House Foundations. I’m your host, C. Dub.
Today we’re in Detroit. A city that helped build the world and then turned around and built its own sound. The factories shaped the rhythm. The people shaped the feeling. What came out of that was house music that didn’t need permission, and a techno scene that grew from basement parties into global influence.
Let’s start with the Belleville Three, who were three high school boys named Juan Atkins, Kevin Saunderson and Derrick May. They met in high school just outside Detroit in the late 70s. They were into synths, space, and sounds that didn’t belong anywhere yet. They listened to Kraftwerk and Parliament. They stayed up late with the Electrifying Mojo. And then they made something new.
In 1981, Atkins dropped “Alleys of Your Mind” under the name Cybotron. It sounded like a machine trying to feel something. In 1985, May gave us “Nude Photo” and later “Strings of Life.” That one? It made people cry on the dance floor. In 1988, Saunderson’s group Inner City hit with “Big Fun.” That record moved hips all over the world. These weren’t just tracks. They really were landmarks.
It was Juan Atkins who first called it 'techno.' He borrowed the term from futurist writer Alvin Toffler, who used it to describe a new kind of rebel in an information-driven age. The sound was mechanical, but full of purpose. Meanwhile, in Chicago, the term 'house' was taking shape at a club called the Warehouse, where Frankie Knuckles played long sets that blended disco, soul, and something new - we covered that in a previous episode. That’s how the names stuck—techno from Detroit, house from Chicago. But Detroit, as always, found a way to make both its own.
By the early 90s, house and techno were no longer separate lanes in Detroit. They shared the same turntables, the same speakers, and often the same dance floor. You could hear a driving techno track blend into a soulful house groove, and nobody blinked. Detroit DJs weren’t just mixing tracks, they were connecting scenes. Local producers, many of whom worked day jobs and made beats at night, built a sound that reflected the city. The working class man. The DJs aligned themselves with those voices. They didn’t wait for approval from outside. They played Detroit’s sound, made by Detroit’s hands. And through that, house and techno grew up together.
You saw this play out at Cheeks. That place was thick with bodies and bass. Nothing fancy. Just movement. Motor Lounge opened in 1995. The room was tighter, but the sound stayed raw. The Shelter was underground in more ways than one. Before Eminem made it a movie set in 8 Mile, it was a late-night lab where DJs could test anything.
These parties pulled people from all over. You’d get heads from the east side next to art school kids. Some were lovers holding hands in the dark. Some came alone, worn out from double shifts or skipping class. They all showed up chasing the same thing—a release, a rhythm, and a reason to stay a little longer.
Ken CALL-yer Collier gave it to them. His sets at Club Heaven were long and smooth. He didn’t play to impress. He played to heal you. His crowd trusted him. And they stayed all night.
Then came the next wave. Moodymann was watching and he soaked it in. His sound came out dirty and tender at the same time. His records had dust in the grooves and heat in the bones.
Theo Parrish moved from Chicago in ‘94. He brought jazz into the booth. Not the notes, but the risk. His sets didn’t build, they simmered. Sometimes they snapped. Rick Wilhite brought the balance. He knew how to take a room from warm to wild without breaking the spell.
Together with Marcellus Pittman, they formed
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Jersey House Music: The Gospel of Grit in the Early 90s
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04/21/25 • 6 min
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Hey everyone, welcome back to House Foundations. I’m your host, C. Dub.
Last time, we were in early ‘90s New York City—Shelter, the Sound Factory, ballroom heat, and sacred sweat. This week, we cross the river. Welcome to New Jersey. Same era, but with a different spirit. Let’s get into it.
New Jersey house wasn’t trying to impress anybody. It was unfiltered. Gritty. Gospel-soaked. It moved through basements, clubs, and record shops that didn’t ask for credentials—only presence.
Let’s start in Newark, at Club Zanzibar. Located at 430 Broad Street, this venue was more than a nightclub—it was the nucleus of Jersey house. The space itself was low-lit and spacious, packed wall-to-wall with bodies moving in sync to the music. The sound system was massive, and the energy was pure release. Tony Humphries began his residency there in 1982, and his sets weren’t just a sequence of tracks—they were emotional landscapes. He wove together gospel, deep house, dub, and freestyle with instinctual precision. One night, mid-set, Humphries dropped a gospel house record that froze the dancefloor. People stopped dancing and stood in stillness. Some cried. Others embraced. There was no stage, no VIP—just a community locked into one frequency. Zanzibar wasn’t just a place to dance. It was a place where emotions got worked out through rhythm.
Just up the road in East Orange, there was Movin’ Records. Founded by Abigail Adams, Movin’ began as a skate shop before transforming into one of the most influential record stores and labels in Jersey house history. It was tiny, with crates stacked floor to ceiling—but producers would travel in from all over to test their music there. Blaze, Kerri Chandler, and Tony Humphries all had work pressed through Movin’. Tracks like Blaze’s “Whatcha Gonna Do” and Kerri Chandler’s early EPs moved straight from that store into DJ crates around the region. Producers would line up outside with test pressings, hoping Abigail would put the needle down and give it a listen. If the track hit, it got pressed. No A&R forms. No middlemen. Just gut.
Now let’s head to Club America in Plainfield. It didn’t have the name recognition of Zanzibar, but to the heads who knew, it was vital. It was one of those spaces where DJs had total freedom—there was no bottle service, there was no pretense. The booth was right up against the floor, and the energy stayed high from the first record to the last. Friday night featured local legends like DJ Punch and Earl Mixxin’ Brown, spinning vocal-heavy house sets that shook the walls. The dancefloor was small, packed, and relentlessly alive. It was loud, sweaty, and real.
Further north, you had The Lincoln Motel in Jersey City. At night, the lobby turned into a makeshift party spot, with mobile sound systems brought in and crowds flowing in from Newark, Paterson, and Brooklyn. DJs like Hippie Torrales, Naeem Johnson, and DJ Camacho used it as a testing ground for unreleased tracks. These were the spots where DJs earned your trust. Tracks that worked at Lincoln Motel ended up in rotation at Zanzibar or New York’s Shelter nightclub. It wasn’t flashy, but it had just as much influence as the bigger venues.
The sound itself? Jersey house leaned into gospel progressions, percussion, and vocals that came from the gut. Blaze, which was comprised of Josh Milan, Kevin Hedge, and Chris Herbert—built tracks around emotional storytelling. Smack Productions worked a deep, looping groove. Sting International brought a hybrid edge, fusing reggae and R&B into house that felt homegrown.
Vocalists like Dawn Tallman gave Jersey its signature tone—powerful, grounded, full of conviction. And even though singers like Joi Cardwell and Kym Mazelle were more often
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NYC House Music at The Sound Factory, Shelter, The Loft, Body & Soul, Cielo (early 90s)
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04/16/25 • 6 min
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Hey everyone, welcome back to House Foundations. I’m your host, C. Dub.
Tonight we’re in New York City—not just the skyline, not just the clubs—but the spirit.
Because house in the early 90s? It wasn’t just a sound. It was church.
It was sweat.
It was survival.
New York didn’t birth house music—that happened in Chicago—but when it reached the five boroughs, it evolved into something more theatrical, more emotive, and more unapologetically rooted in identity. This was a city where disco had thrived, where dance culture had never really gone away, and where communities that were often erased elsewhere carved out entire universes on the dancefloor.
Let’s start with the clubs. The Sound Factory. Shelter. The Loft. Body & Soul. Cielo. And yes, the long shadow of Paradise Garage still lingered, even after its closing in 1987. These weren’t just nightlife spots—they were institutions. The Sound Factory was where Junior Vasquez reigned, remixing Mariah Carey tracks and creating Sunday morning church for ravers. Shelter, under the vision of Timmy Regisford, was all about the deep, the soulful, the emotional. You didn’t go to Shelter to be seen. You went to feel something.
You’d walk in at midnight and maybe not leave till noon the next day. The music wasn’t predictable. It built slowly. It pulled you into its layers. Gospel breakdowns. A cappella intros. Piano riffs that felt like sunrise. These DJs weren’t just beat-matching—they were storytelling. They were creating emotional journeys.
And the music reflected that. We’re talking about tracks that carried you somewhere—"Deep Inside" by Hardrive, which felt like a personal testimony. Barbara Tucker’s "Beautiful People," which was an anthem for community. India’s voice soaring over Louie Vega productions, giving us everything: rage, joy, longing, release. Masters at Work brought live instrumentation into house and gave it elegance without losing the grit.
And while all this was happening, ballroom culture was thriving and intersecting with house in powerful ways. The House of Xtravaganza. The House of Ninja. The balls where categories like runway, realness, and femme queen performance lit up the room—and behind it all, house music kept time. These were not just dance battles. They were declarations. A queer Black and Latinx language of movement, pride, and resistance. This was also the early wave of voguing’s mainstream moment. Think of Madonna’s “Vogue” as just a whisper of what was really going on in basements and community centers all over NYC.
And let’s talk about the sound itself. New York City house in the 90s had its own fingerprints. Gospel chords. Latin percussion. Warm basslines. Vocals that weren’t just there for texture—they carried messages. You’d have a four-minute spoken word monologue right in the middle of a dance track, talking about self-love, spiritual freedom, the daily grind, heartbreak, sex, forgiveness, everything.
House music in NYC wasn’t escapism—it was confrontation. But it was also healing. It let you sweat out the week, cry about your ex, laugh with a stranger, sing at the top of your lungs, and walk home feeling like you’d been baptized in bass.
This was also the golden era of New York house labels. Nervous Records. Strictly Rhythm. King Street Sounds. Cutting Records. These labels didn’t just release music—they defined the sound of New York. They gave us artists like Armand Van Helden, Roger Sanchez, Barbara Tucker, and Blaze. You couldn’t walk into a record store downtown without hearing something that would end up in a Shelter set that weekend.
Even the radio had its moments. Tony Humphries on Kiss FM. Frankie Crocker. Little Louie Vega’s H
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Legendary DJ David Morales gets his start in House Music (my favorite)
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04/14/25 • 8 min
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**C. Dub:**
Hey everyone, welcome back to *House Foundations*—the podcast where we celebrate the legends, the anthems, and the stories that shaped house music. I’m your host, C. Dub.
Today, we’re getting into the life and legacy of someone whose name is etched deep into the foundation of this culture. A Grammy-winning remixer, global DJ, and true craftsman of the dancefloor: **David Morales**.
He took house music from the basement to the Billboard charts, from Brooklyn block parties to Ibiza sunrises. But before all of that, he was just a kid in Flatbush chasing sound—and that’s where we start.
David Morales was born in 1962 and raised in Flatbush, Brooklyn—a neighborhood bursting with music, movement, and survival. His mom raised him as a single parent, working long hours to keep the home together. Life wasn’t easy, but it was alive.
Flatbush back then was a cultural crossroads—a swirl of Caribbean rhythms, Black American soul, Puerto Rican pride, and working-class grit. The soundtrack of his childhood came from every corner: soul out the window, funk blasting from cars, reggae pulsing from open shops, and the occasional salsa drifting from kitchen radios. It was chaotic, vibrant, and full of rhythm.
Morales was drawn to music from the start. He tells this story about being three or four years old, finding a record at a friend's house—"Spinning Wheel" on RCA Victor—and just knowing it mattered. Not because he understood it, but because it made him feel something. That curiosity never left.
He grew up above a local social club, and the real education came early in the mornings, when the party was over and the grown-ups were gone. The door would be cracked open, the air still thick with perfume and smoke, the music equipment still buzzing low. Little David would wander in, fascinated by what had just happened in that room. The vibe was still there, even without the people. And somehow, **he understood the energy music left behind.**
What set Morales apart was that, even in a Puerto Rican home, he gravitated toward Black American music. He wasn’t spinning salsa or Latin jazz in his room—he was locked into funk, disco, soul. It wasn’t about turning away from his culture—it was about chasing the groove that spoke to his spirit.
His first real brush with DJing came at 13—at his prom. He remembers standing outside, hearing First Choice's "Ten Percent" playing, and seeing a DJ for the first time with **two turntables.** That blew his mind. The idea that someone could mix from one record into another? It was like magic.
By 15, Morales was trying it for himself. But here’s the thing—he didn’t have pro gear. He was using a mic mixer with **no cueing** capability. He wasn’t even supposed to be running turntables through it, but he made it work. He figured out how to phase tracks in and out by ear. It was messy, but he was doing it.
He was learning with scraps, not state-of-the-art tech. And that’s part of the legend: Morales wasn’t handed the tools—he **willed** them into existence.
In 1980, Morales discovered **The Loft**. Saturday nights. Twelve, fifteen hours of dancing. David Mancuso’s sound system. That room. That experience.
That place taught him that DJing wasn’t about being flashy—it was about curating an emotional journey. It was about taste, pacing, dynamics. And that changed everything for him.
Soon after, Morales found himself behind the decks regularly—clubs like the Ozone Layer, Red Zone, The World. Places that defined New York’s nightlife.
He developed a rep for long sets, deep transitions, soulful builds. He didn’t just play records—he **sculpted** nights.
But he wasn’t just DJing—he was starting to **reshape** m
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House Music Reaches Around the World: Early 90s
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03/07/25 • 5 min
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HOST: “Hello, house enthusiasts! Welcome back to House Foundations. I’m C Dub your host, and today, we’re journeying through the early ’90s—a transformative era when house music transcended its Chicago roots and captivated dance floors worldwide. From the underground clubs of Berlin to the bustling streets of Tokyo, house music became a universal language of rhythm and unity.”
“By the dawn of the 1990s, house music had firmly planted its flag in numerous cities across the globe. In the United States, while Chicago remained a pivotal hub, other urban centers like New York, Detroit, and San Francisco began cultivating their own unique house scenes. Each city infused the genre with its distinct cultural flavors, enriching the tapestry of house music.”
“New York City, in particular, emerged as a powerhouse in the house movement. The city’s dynamic energy and melting pot of cultures fostered a fertile ground for innovation. Clubs like the Sound Factory and Shelter became sanctuaries for house aficionados. DJs such as David Morales and Frankie Knuckles, who had migrated from Chicago, mesmerized crowds with their eclectic mixes. Morales’s remix of Mariah Carey’s ‘Dreamlover’ exemplified the seamless blend of pop sensibilities with house rhythms, making the genre more accessible to mainstream audiences.”
“Across the Atlantic, the United Kingdom was experiencing its own house renaissance. The late ’80s acid house wave had set the stage, and by the early ‘90s, the UK was producing its own house anthems. Labels like XL Recordings were at the forefront, releasing seminal tracks that would define the era. The Prodigy’s early work, for instance, showcased a fusion of house beats with breakbeat hardcore, pushing the boundaries of the genre.”
“Meanwhile, in continental Europe, cities like Berlin and Paris were embracing house music with open arms. Berlin’s Love Parade, which began in 1989, grew exponentially in the early ‘90s, drawing hundreds of thousands of revelers. The city’s unique history and burgeoning club scene made it a hotspot for electronic music. Parisian clubs, too, were pulsating with house beats, with DJs like Laurent Garnier leading the charge. Garnier’s track ‘Crispy Bacon’ became a staple in the European house scene, known for its driving rhythm and innovative sound.”
“Back in the U.S., the West Coast was carving out its niche in the house landscape. San Francisco’s vibrant LGBTQ+ community played a significant role in nurturing the scene. The city’s clubs, such as The EndUp and 1015 Folsom, became epicenters for house music, with DJs like Doc Martin spinning tracks that blended deep house with elements of funk and soul. His sets often featured tracks like ‘Is the Swing,’ which encapsulated the West Coast’s unique take on the house genre.”
“Distribution channels for house music also evolved during this period. Independent record labels proliferated, pressing vinyl records that DJs would spin in clubs and on radio shows. The rise of mixtapes and DJ mixes allowed the sound to spread beyond club walls, reaching listeners in their homes and cars. This grassroots distribution was instrumental in building a dedicated following.”
“Reflecting on this era, it’s evident that the early ‘90s were a time of rapid expansion and innovation for house music. The genre’s infectious rhythms and inclusive ethos resonated with people from diverse backgrounds, fostering a global community united by the dance floor. As we move forward, we’ll explore how house music continued to evolve, giving birth to numerous subgenres and influencing countless artists.”
“Thank you for joining me on this journey through the early ‘90s house scene. Until then, keep the beats alive."
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The Late 80s: When House Music Grows Up
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03/07/25 • 5 min
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Host “Hey everyone, welcome back to House Foundations! I’m C Dub your host, and today, we’re diving into an exciting chapter: the mid to late 1980s, when house music burst out of Chicago and took the world by storm. We’ll explore how this underground sound became a global phenomenon between 1985 and 1990.”
Host “By 1985, Chicago had firmly established itself as the epicenter of house music. But why Chicago? Well, the city’s rich musical heritage, combined with its vibrant club scene, created the perfect breeding ground for innovation. Clubs like The Warehouse and the Music Box were more than just venues; they were cultural hubs where DJs like Frankie Knuckles and Ron Hardy experimented with new sounds, blending disco, electronic, and synthesized beats to craft something entirely fresh. This unique environment fostered a sense of community and creativity that was unparalleled.”
“In 1986, Farley ‘Jackmaster’ Funk released ‘Love Can’t Turn Around,’ featuring Darryl Pandy. This track became one of the first house records to chart in the UK, peaking at number 10. Its success overseas signaled the beginning of house music’s international appeal. Farley once said, ‘We were just making music for our friends in Chicago; we had no idea it would blow up like this.’”
“Meanwhile, in the UK, the late ‘80s saw the rise of the acid house movement. Clubs like Manchester’s Haçienda became epicenters for this new sound. British DJs and producers embraced the Chicago house style, infusing it with their own electronic influences. This cross-pollination led to a rave culture that swept across Europe. A regular at the Haçienda recalled, ‘Those nights were magical; the music was like nothing we’d ever heard before.’”
“Back in Chicago, the group Phuture, led by DJ Pierre, released ‘Acid Tracks’ in 1987. This track is often credited with pioneering the acid house subgenre, characterized by its squelchy basslines produced by the Roland TB-303 synthesizer. DJ Pierre reflected, ‘We were just messing around with the 303, trying to make it sound different. We didn’t know we were creating a whole new sound.’”
“As house music spread, it began to influence and blend with other genres. In New York, the garage house scene emerged, named after the Paradise Garage club, where DJ Larry Levan reigned supreme. His eclectic mixes and emotive style added a soulful dimension to house music. Levan once mentioned, ‘It’s all about emotion; if the music doesn’t move you, what’s the point?’”
“New York’s house scene was further enriched by influential figures like Todd Terry, who fused hip-hop and house to create a grittier sound. His 1988 track ‘Can You Party’ under the alias Royal House became a dancefloor staple. Terry noted, ‘I wanted to bring the streets into the clubs, mixing the rawness of hip-hop with the energy of house.’ The Burrell brothers, Ronald and Rheji, also left a significant mark with their work on Nu Groove Records, producing deep, minimalist tracks that still resonate today. Additionally, clubs like The World in the East Village became melting pots for diverse crowds, featuring performances by artists such as Madonna and Public Enemy, and hosting DJs like David Morales and Frankie Knuckles, who further popularized house music in the city. ”
“Record labels played a crucial role in this expansion. In the UK, labels like FFRR and Rhythm King began signing house tracks, helping to bring the sound to a broader audience. Meanwhile, Chicago’s Trax Records continued to churn out hits, solidifying the city’s influence on the global stage. Marshall Jefferson, whose ‘Move Your Body’ became an anthem, noted, ‘We were just trying to make people dance; it’s amazing how far it’s come.’”
“By 1990, house music
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Chicago House Music: The Power Plant and Smart Bar in the early 80s
This Is A Podcast About House Music
03/07/25 • 8 min
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Host: Hello, groove aficionados! Welcome back to House Foundations, where we don't just spin tracks—we unravel the tales behind the beats. I'm your host, C Dub, and today, we're diving deep into the iconic house music venues that defined Chicago and New York City.
Previously, we've explored Chicago's legendary Warehouse with Frankie Knuckles and the electrifying Music Box helmed by Ron Hardy. Today, let's shine a spotlight on two other Windy City institutions that kept the rhythm alive: Smart Bar and The Power Plant.
Picture this: It's 1982 in Chicago. The city is still reeling from the aftermath of Disco Demolition Night, but amidst the rubble of disco records, a new sound is emerging. Enter Smart Bar, nestled in the basement of the Metro building at 3730 North Clark Street. Founded by Joe Shanahan, this venue was envisioned as a haven for the burgeoning dance music scene. As Shanahan recalls, "I distinctly remember how Division Street and Rush Street clubs would not even let you on the dancefloor without someone of the opposite sex. If you tried to dance by yourself or in a same-sex couple, the bouncer would tell you to leave."
Smart Bar prided itself on its eclectic mix, drawing goths, rockers, industrial fans, and house heads under one roof. DJs like Frankie Knuckles and Joe Smooth graced its decks, spinning sets that often stretched into the early morning hours. The club's inclusive atmosphere and dedication to musical exploration ensured its lasting legacy in Chicago's nightlife. As one patron reminisced, "It was a special place. There was a variety of other alternative music types, all together.“
After departing The Warehouse, Frankie Knuckles established The Power Plant in 1983. Situated on the Near West Side, this venue became his new playground, where he continued to innovate and define the house sound. Knuckles' sets were legendary, often featuring his own edits and remixes, keeping the dance floor pulsating until dawn. The Power Plant attracted a diverse crowd, all united by their love for the emerging house sound. Unfortunately, the club's reign was short-lived, closing its doors in 1985, but its impact on the Chicago house scene was indelible.
Now, let's hop over to the East Coast, where New York City was cultivating its own vibrant house scene. The Big Apple was home to several iconic venues that not only embraced house music but also played pivotal roles in its evolution.
At 84 King Street stood the Paradise Garage, operating from 1977 to 1987. Under the masterful curation of resident DJ Larry Levan, the Garage became a sanctuary for dance music enthusiasts. Levan's eclectic mixes of disco, soul, and emerging house tracks created an atmosphere that was both electric and intimate. His Saturday night sets were legendary, often stretching into Sunday afternoon. As Levan once said, "The Garage was more than a club; it was a family. We were all connected through the music."
Founded by David Mancuso in 1970, The Loft was initially an invitation-only party held in his own home at 645 Broadway. Unlike traditional nightclubs, it emphasized high-quality sound and a welcoming environment. Mancuso's audiophile approach and eclectic music selection made The Loft a seminal space for dance music culture. The parties were known for their inclusive atmosphere, attracting a diverse crowd united by their love for music and dance.
Opened in 1989 at 530 West 27th Street, The Sound Factory quickly became a focal point for house music enthusiasts. DJ Junior Vasquez held a residency there, drawing crowds with his innovative mixes and energetic sets. Vasquez noted, "The Sound Factory was a place where I could experiment, where the crowd trusted me to take th
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