Last night I had a vision of a disco in the sky, I saw angels and saints dancing together. Like the mystical dream it clouded my mind but I remembered to move, I remembered that groove, I remembered the thump of the bass and the pump of the kick, because my heart was almost out my body and I felt free, I felt joy, I felt things I never thought I’d feel before. It was deep it was soulful, it was techno, it was disco, a kaleidoscope of sounds, it was truly underground. It was an essential mix in the cloud where we could dance and sing out loud. It was New York, Ibiza and Miami all wrapped up into one. There were speakers the size of skyscrapers and the stars they flickered like strobes, and everybody loved everybody else. There was no hurt there was no sorrow there was no pain; and like children we danced and we laughed and we played. Without a care in the world, without a flicker of despair, it was all about house music, it was that thing that we shared. A tribal beast of rhythm, a cere
