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Every week i’d see the same ravers…at nasa in nyc, on a mountaintop in vermont, warehouse in  baltimore, boston , philly,DC and….wait for it…. long island. we were a small dedicated group-maybe 500 people the first few years from 1992-1993 . It was a radical twist in attitude and a quantum club leap to even consider leaving the island of manhattan to find better music , but we lived for the sound.  Many of my peers from the previous 80’s decade could not understand why I turned my back on house but by then i considered it cliche , formatted house music after 1993  ,opting for rave breakbeats, acid house ,anything experimental. the golden era of house music had come and left the building by 1991. many house djs had their own labels by then and were making money and were afraid to experiment with new sounds as they found their niche…and therfor refused to play this “rave music”.  Unlike europe who had a huge explosion and love for change, but stateside it was mainly  15 -20 year olds who lived for the new sound..I’d often close my eyes when dancing to transcend beyond the cold grungy concrete warehouses and a mass of tweens laying in a pile massaging each other in the corners on E. Music has the power to do that -transcend.  In the raves i was high on music and usually 1  big honey blunt would last a night-soon to be legal. contrary to popular belief  , i may have taken ecstasy only 7 or 8 times and it was usually while i was writing , recording and singing in our home studio. you see, once youv’e tried LSD and are “experienced” ..it wasn’t nessasarry for me to drop E to have fun,feel connected, or to get the energy to dance . I had already been dancing 6 hours a night approx 5 nights a week for a decade as my partner was a dj who i would  drive to and from gigs and help carry his record crates in ny’s most exciting clubs.  sundays he dj’d at dean johnson’s “rock n roll fag bar” at the world (R.I.P DEAN), monday was “nells” for the booshie-est  black clientelle with giant mobile phones,champagne, and their regular star ..Prince and his security guards on the dance floor, tuesday at MK ..where every woman wore a short black tight mini dress ( predictable and tacky straight crowd  …but i had to support my man on the dex and was always the fisrt dancer on these floors) thurdsay he spun at the legendary “redzone”, but for years prior…thursdays were his resident spot at the  world  alongside  frankie knuckles until the owners stopped paying and eventually were all murdered  by the mob as they were the mob : (   Every week we’d see  a new track act perform with the latest hit such as Paris grey from inner city singing Big Fun, Lollita holiday singing ontop of the bar at red zone, jomanda at zanzibar, bas noir at redzone, etc….we were spoiled as clublife didnt cost a thing but the clothes on your back .the mafia made for great club culture in the 80’s…when house didn’t even have a name yet and hiphop and house were always played in the same club .Once guilliani shut down the mob in 1990…the club scene seemed to die overnight..as they could no longer launder their street drug money  and street prostitution thru clubs…clubs had to all of a sudden make a profit. i love dance music as much today and never get bored deejaying all around the world. I’d still rather be touring with my band, but for the mean time deejaying is the best secondary job i could imagine. I’m reminiscing about those days not because i would like to be there again…but because the influence of this era is so influential these days in music and fashion….i just want to share a glimpse from a granny raver who was there and coherent . it’s funny how i considered myself a granny at 30 . i  occasionally get insulted  online for ‘being too old to sing or dance” but at the ripe young age of  49…i’ve never felt more beautiful, energetic, and happy to be living my life, calling the shots, chosing my gigs„weeding out starfuckery leaches, and am surrounded by kind hearted music lovers . i learned to avoid the hangars on years ago as I’m not one who  appreciates smoke blowing up my ass with BS compliments , I continue to rejoice when i find a new track to play out. I’m also glad to be singing deeelite songs again  in my set as the dancefloor demands. tonite i’ll be singing “depending”,”goodbeat”, “runaway”, and whatever strikes my fancy. - this Gif brought back memories = smeltet.gif by Hector Llanquin……lady miss kier ….www.ladykier.com…

Every week i’d see the same ravers…at nasa in nyc, on a mountaintop in vermont, warehouse in  baltimore, boston , philly,DC and….wait for it…. long island. we were a small dedicated group-maybe 500 people the first few years from 1992-1993 . It was a radical twist in attitude and a quantum club leap to even consider leaving the island of manhattan to find better music , but we lived for the sound.  Many of my peers from the previous 80’s decade could not understand why I turned my back on house but by then i considered it cliche , formatted house music after 1993  ,opting for rave breakbeats, acid house ,anything experimental. the golden era of house music had come and left the building by 1991. many house djs had their own labels by then and were making money and were afraid to experiment with new sounds as they found their niche…and therfor refused to play this “rave music”.  Unlike europe who had a huge explosion and love for change, but stateside it was mainly  15 -20 year olds who lived for the new sound..I’d often close my eyes when dancing to transcend beyond the cold grungy concrete warehouses and a mass of tweens laying in a pile massaging each other in the corners on E. Music has the power to do that -transcend.  In the raves i was high on music and usually 1  big honey blunt would last a night-soon to be legal. contrary to popular belief  , i may have taken ecstasy only 7 or 8 times and it was usually while i was writing , recording and singing in our home studio. you see, once youv’e tried LSD and are “experienced” ..it wasn’t nessasarry for me to drop E to have fun,feel connected, or to get the energy to dance . I had already been dancing 6 hours a night approx 5 nights a week for a decade as my partner was a dj who i would  drive to and from gigs and help carry his record crates in ny’s most exciting clubs.  sundays he dj’d at dean johnson’s “rock n roll fag bar” at the world (R.I.P DEAN), monday was “nells” for the booshie-est  black clientelle with giant mobile phones,champagne, and their regular star ..Prince and his security guards on the dance floor, tuesday at MK ..where every woman wore a short black tight mini dress ( predictable and tacky straight crowd  …but i had to support my man on the dex and was always the fisrt dancer on these floors) thurdsay he spun at the legendary “redzone”, but for years prior…thursdays were his resident spot at the  world  alongside  frankie knuckles until the owners stopped paying and eventually were all murdered  by the mob as they were the mob : (   Every week we’d see  a new track act perform with the latest hit such as Paris grey from inner city singing Big Fun, Lollita holiday singing ontop of the bar at red zone, jomanda at zanzibar, bas noir at redzone, etc….we were spoiled as clublife didnt cost a thing but the clothes on your back .the mafia made for great club culture in the 80’s…when house didn’t even have a name yet and hiphop and house were always played in the same club .Once guilliani shut down the mob in 1990…the club scene seemed to die overnight..as they could no longer launder their street drug money  and street prostitution thru clubs…clubs had to all of a sudden make a profit. i love dance music as much today and never get bored deejaying all around the world. I’d still rather be touring with my band, but for the mean time deejaying is the best secondary job i could imagine. I’m reminiscing about those days not because i would like to be there again…but because the influence of this era is so influential these days in music and fashion….i just want to share a glimpse from a granny raver who was there and coherent . it’s funny how i considered myself a granny at 30 . i  occasionally get insulted  online for ‘being too old to sing or dance” but at the ripe young age of  49…i’ve never felt more beautiful, energetic, and happy to be living my life, calling the shots, chosing my gigs„weeding out starfuckery leaches, and am surrounded by kind hearted music lovers . i learned to avoid the hangars on years ago as I’m not one who  appreciates smoke blowing up my ass with BS compliments , I continue to rejoice when i find a new track to play out. I’m also glad to be singing deeelite songs again  in my set as the dancefloor demands. tonite i’ll be singing “depending”,”goodbeat”, “runaway”, and whatever strikes my fancy. - this Gif brought back memories = smeltet.gif by Hector Llanquin……lady miss kier ….www.ladykier.com…