House isn't so much a sound as a situation
There must be a hundred records with voice-overs asking, "What is house?"
The answer is always some greeting card bullsh** about "life, love, happiness..."
The House Nation likes to pretend clubs are an oasis from suffering, but suffering is in here with us
(If you can get in, that is. I think of one time in New York when they wouldn't let me into the Loft, and I could hear they were actually playing one of my records on the dance floor at that very moment. I sh** you not.)
Let's keep sight of the things you're trying to momentarily escape from
After all, it's that larger context that created the house movement and brought you here
House is not universal
House is hyper-specific: East Jersey, Loisaida, West Village, Brooklyn - places that conjure specific beats and sounds
As for the sounds of New York dance floors themselves, today's house cla**ics might have gotten worked into a set once in a while, but the majority of music at every club was major label vocal sh**
I don't care what anybody tells you
Besides, New York Deep House may have started out as minimal, mid-tempo instrumentals, but when distributors began demanding easy selling vocal tracks, even the label "Strictly Rhythm" betrayed the promise of it's own name by churning out strictly vocal after strictly vocal
Most Europeans still think "Deep House" means sh**ty, high energy vocal house
So what was the New York house sound?
House wasn't so much a sound as a situation
The majority of DJ's - DJ's like myself - were nobodies in nowhere clubs: unheard and unpaid
In the words of Sylvester: reality was less "everybody is a star," and more "I who have nothing."
Twenty years later, major distribution gives us Cla**ic House, the same way soundtracks in Vietnam war films gave us Cla**ic Rock
The contexts from which the Deep House sound emerged are forgotten: s**ual and gender crises, transgendered s** work, black market hormones, drug and alcohol addiction, loneliness, racism, HIV, ACT-UP, Thompkins Sq. Park, police brutality, queer-bashing, underpayment, unemployment and censorship - all at 120 beats per minute
These are the Midtown 120 Blues