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Note: Welcome to Edito, the written space of Literal Radio that centers music-shaped, evolving, and deepening cultures. Every two weeks, you’ll be invited into the stories behind genres, scenes, and sounds. Enjoy the read.<\/em><\/sub><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

On July 12, 1979, rock fans in Chicago declared the \u201cdeath of disco\u201d at Comiskey Park. During a baseball game, what came to be known as \u201cDisco Demolition Night\u201d, saw over 20,000 disco records destroyed. Banners reading \u201cdisco sucks\u201d were hung across the stadium. The destruction triggered near-riot chaos on the field, making national news.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When listening to people from that era, you can hear how disco had begun to feel stale to some listeners\u2014too formulaic, too commercial. But the symbolism behind burning records was far heavier, carrying a message meant to stir the masses. According to Vince Lawrence<\/a>, many of the records destroyed that night weren\u2019t even disco\u2014they were simply made by Black artists in other genres. Chicago writer Marguerite L. Harrold recalls the event in horror: \u201cWatching it on television, it was like watching a Klan rally. It was terrifying. People who <\/em>knew<\/em><\/strong>, knew that this wasn\u2019t about disco. This was an effigy of burning us, a way to make us unalive, a way to take away something that you feel threatened by in a very violent way, because it started a riot.\u201d<\/em> The media storm that followed exposed deeper social prejudices, such as homophobia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Revenge of Disco<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Disco was driven underground but rose from the ashes in a brand new form. In New York, its decline paved the way for the birth of hip-hop. Meanwhile, in Chicago, a different but similar movement was taking shape: It was called house music. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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DJs like Frankie Knuckles, Ron Hardy, and The Hot Mix 5 radio collective began mixing Italo disco, funk, vintage disco tracks, and the electro-pop of Yellow Magic Orchestra and Kraftwerk, creating a vibrant new bouquet of dance sounds. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Warehouse, a members-only gay club, became the cradle of house music, and thanks to its first resident DJ, Frankie Knuckles, Chicago discovered its new rhythm. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Known as the \u201cGodfather<\/em><\/a> of House,\u201d Knuckles used tape machines and drum machines to remix, speed up tracks, and extend their most euphoric moments. His innovative style defined the early house sound that local producers began to emulate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Faced with limited DJ equipment, early house producers creatively chopped and looped disco records to overcome their constraints. Most didn\u2019t own mixers or expensive gear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ironically, failed commercial products like the Roland TR-808 and 909 drum machines became vital tools for young hip-hop and electronic producers who bought them cheap and gave them new life. These creators layered effects and synths to keep the fun and inventiveness alive, chose a steady 120\u2013130 BPM heartbeat, and embraced the signature 4\/4 house rhythm. As this new sound grew in popularity, record stores began shelving it under a new label: house<\/em>.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Together on the Dancefloor<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Speaking of the spirit of the times, Lady D<\/a> puts it this way: \u201cPeople wanted to dance. It was all about the music. It was all about the DJs, and it was all about getting together.\u201d<\/em> Early pioneers like Mr. Lee, Chip E., Jesse Saunders, Steve “Silk” Hurley, Farley \u201cJackmaster\u201d Funk, Marshall Jefferson, and Larry Heard (aka Mr. Fingers) were among those DJs everyone wanted to get together. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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For many, this music and the community it created offered an escape from earthly struggles\u2014especially as the AIDS epidemic began claiming lives on the dance floor. Knuckles once said, \u201cHouse music is a church for the children fallen from grace.\u201d<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the height of the crisis, clubs weren\u2019t just havens for dancing, they became health centers, information hubs, and sanctuaries from an increasingly hostile political climate. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Major parties raised vital funds and awareness, turning house culture into a frontline of resistance.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

Photographer Melissa Hawkins remembers: “Every week you would read pages of obituaries. Then, at night, you would go to the most fantastic parties. That was when people really lived in the moment because you never knew how long you had.”<\/em> So, when Mr. Fingers asked <\/em>Can You Feel It?<\/em><\/a>, it was far from rhetorical. When Marshall Jefferson said <\/em>Move Your Body<\/em><\/a>, it was a <\/em>command<\/em><\/a>. Whoever was behind the decks was issuing a call: to resist the countless ways people were being divided, to mourn, to surrender to the rhythm. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As Vince Lawrence beautifully puts it, \u201cFor me, house music is the definition of the word intersectional. House music knows no race, it knows no social economic status. It knows no sexual preference, no religion. House brings everything and everybody together despite any so-called or perceived differences. When you’re one with house music, it’s all about that beat and the release and the spirit of music moving through you and all of the things that separate us kind of fade away underneath the boom, boom, boom, boom.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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