Never a day goes by, without considering myself incredibly lucky. I was one of the millions, out there on the dance floor, eyes closed, hands in the air, completely absorbed by a new kind of electronic music. The sound was house. It was loud, it was hypnotic and an entire generation was moved by its beat. Those who were there were probably witnessing the last great cultural uprising this country will ever see. Whether it was Hip House, Chicago House, Acid House, Italian Piano, New Beat, or a hundred other variations on the House theme, the effect it had on us was the same. Pure euphoria. These were crazy days and even crazier nights. The convoys, the warehouse parties, the clubs, the vinyl, the camaraderie and the sense of belonging. These are moments that should not be forgotten. In fact, they should be celebrated as the best days of our lives.
