
Detroit House Music: Where the Belleville Three Minted Techno music, where The Shelter, Cheeks and Motor Lounge were prime spots
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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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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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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Baltimore House Music: K-Swift, The Paradox, Skateland North Point
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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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This Is A Podcast About House Music - Detroit House Music: Where the Belleville Three Minted Techno music, where The Shelter, Cheeks and Motor Lounge were prime spots
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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, Kevi
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