I was reading this on the subway a few months ago when an older guy saw what I was reading, locked eyes with me, gave me a knowing smile, bumped his chest with his fist and said to me:
“Wish you could’ve been there, it was a beautiful time.”
I’m not super into disco but this was a great read full of and largely told by the characters who made the scene what it was in the 70s. The first-hand accounts and anecdotes really make the scene come to life throughout the volume and remain balanced, always offering dissenting opinions among otherwise mega-reverential passages.
I found myself bothered by the latter sentiments more than a few times though, and thought the excess of misty-eyed musings from DJs, promoters, and revelers through which we see this history could be overkill at times.
However thinking back to my friend on the subway and reading the epilogue gives me pause. There really was no-precedent for this kind of underground, dance-centric, club
culture beforehand. And, given the myriad of technological and cultural developments that have followed in dance music, the essence of these times, spaces and places have an aura that cannot be recreated, but only merely approximated today.
Since first hearing about spaces like The Loft and The Paradise Garage, among others, I’ve always been curious how it must have felt being involved with the scene and attending these spaces in their heyday. Certain clubbing experiences I’ve had on my own have given me an idea, but I’m happy that Love Saves The Day has added an additional dimension to my understanding to help me approximate in my mind more closely just what it must have been like to revel back then.