Sunday, July 29, 1984

Network - Underground Club


What can get more "Underground" than having a gathering with music in the basement of a Masonic Temple? Secret rights, and rituals, dancing? Uhhmm... It was dark, with flashing kaleidoscope of lights, strung by the tasty U2, the Cure, Bauhaus, Soft Cell, Siouxie and the Banshees, anything danceable. When I first entered, I heard a loud crash of glass breaking-I thought someone had smashed into the mirrored columns...no the DJ was playing C-Bank's One More Shot. What music for an entrance to a club. But like that explosion of glass, I jumped in, after the shock, and danced with wild joy and abandon.

Florentine Gardens


Clubbing before the backlash. But back then it wasn't called clubbing. Thus, if it didn't have a label no didactic-sorry, I mean: no dialectic-could be formed. Also, its possible to float between the punk scene and the club scene because there were no hard demarcations.