Did you feel it too?

According to legend, it took Paradise Garage DJ Larry Levan several weeks to break Taana Gardner’s surprisingly slo-mo single Heartbeat in 1981. Certainly there are many witnesses who remember things that way. Yet not everybody does. Which is not really that surprising, since ‘memory’ is probably less of a personal database of objective events and more of a function that alters our realities every time we store and retrieve anything from our experience. And that might be why Paddy McAloon was on to something when he wrote in 1988 (entirely coincidentally shortly after the Garage closed), ‘Nothing sounds as good as, “I remember that”/Like a bolt out of the blue, did you feel it too?’ Because shared memories might actually feel as thrilling as they do simply because they are as rare as a rumble of thunder from an azure sky.

‘When he put [Heartbeat] on,’ Danny Krivit tells Bill Brewster and Frank Broughton in Last Night A DJ Saved My Life, ‘a full club of people left the room to get food.’ To a lesser DJ, that might mean disaster. But clearing the dancefloor was no mis-step for a taste-maker like Levan, who had more than a little non-conforming steel in his disco soul. So he kept playing the track, sometimes several times a night, until the dancers changed their minds. ‘By the end of the month, there was no-one left off the floor when they played that record,’ Danny says.

Mel Cheren, who financed the Garage and founded West End Records, remembers things pretty much the same way in his memoir Keep On Dancin’ (New York: 24 Hours For Life, 2000). He says he was mesmerised when producer Kenny (Kenton) Nix first played him the instrumental demo in the West End office. ‘It was like no other disco song I had ever heard – slower, dreamier, more alluring than anything on the market.’ They decided to use Taana Gardner to add a vocal (she had already given the label two uptempo hits in 1979, Work That Body and When You Touch Me) and hand the final mixing work to Larry himself.

But when the Garage DJ started playing the finished vocal version a few weeks later, Mel says the same thing as Danny, that the dancers didn’t feel it at all. ‘At first, they would leave the floor,’ he recalls. But Larry knew he could change their minds, however long it might take. ‘Kenny and I agree that if it weren’t for Larry’s persistence in playing Heartbeat until his audience finally got it, nothing would have happened with it,’ Mel says. (Whenever you have 80-odd minutes to spare, you can find out more about the late Mel Cheren, West End Records and the Paradise Garage on the absorbing documentary below.)

The story rings true because it contains a number of elements that chime with everything we know about Larry Levan, even those of us who have only read about him, played his mixes and listened to Live At The Paradise Garage, the only official record of his work at the club whose name he would bequeath to an entire sub-genre of dance music. He was as stubborn as he was inspired, and almost supernaturally connected to his dancers. But there’s another aspect of his personality that often features in the testimonies of those who were closest to him, his gut instinct for dancefloor drama. And it’s that drive that underpins a contrasting story about his connection to Heartbeat, as recalled by producer Kenny Nix in the sleeve notes to the snappily-titled compilation, Larry Levan’s Classic West End Records Remixes Made Famous At The Legendary Paradise Garage.

In this version, Kenny drops off an acetate of the instrumental in the booth one night, and watches Larry check it out in his headphones while Sylvester’s You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real) thumps through the Garage system. But although the two songs share the kind of common lyrical space that Larry seems always to have been attuned to (Sylvester: ‘I feel your body close to mine’; Taana: ‘My heart beats for the one I love.’), Sylvester’s scurries along at 134 bpm, while Taana’s slinks around at 98. Others might have clocked the massive tempo disparity as a problem, but Larry spotted an opportunity for making mayhem. ‘Go downstairs,’ he tells Kenny. ‘ You’re not going to want to see what I do with this record.’

To accommodate the sudden change of pace, Larry could have faded Sylvester away under the eponymous heartbeat that ushers in the Taana Gardner track. Or he might have used the pitch adjustment on his turntable to slow down Mighty Real stepwise in order to clue up the dancers to grind down through their gears. Either way, the segue might have been smoother. But Levan wasn’t the technician that his contemporary Walter Gibbons was and didn’t hold beat-matched perfection as the ne plus ultra of the DJ’s craft. And even if he had,  seamless transition isn’t necessarily the only way to go, especially when you have the kind of sixth sense for the theatrics of the dancefloor that so many anecdotes indicate was second nature to him.

‘Right at the peak,’ Kenny continues, ‘just before the chorus [of Mighty Real], he hit the stop button. Nothing happened for 30 seconds – it was dead quiet.’ Anyone who has been on a dancefloor when a DJ does something similar knows just how disorienting this is. The sudden withdrawal of the sound that has been flowing through your body wrenches you out of your disco dreams (‘What happened to the music?’ to re-quote The Trammps). You don’t want to wake up but you also recognise you have no choice. We’re on the move. Myself, I remember Joe Claussell surprising the main room at The End during a Need2Soul party in 2008 by interrupting what had been an hour of so of mostly soulful vocal house with 30 or even 60 seconds of silence, into which he first triggered a rain effect and then cued in some African drumming and chanting that allowed him (and us) to head off in another much deeper, more abstract direction, which would later include a preview of his own deranged 2009 creation, Disorganized Corruption, whose screeching processed horns, Fela-style guitar riffing and wildly sustaining organ solo should stand as a rebuke to anyone who remains imprisoned by the myth of him as no more than a noodling flute merchant.

Back in 1981, Larry decides the silence has gone on long enough. ‘People started screaming Larry’s name – they knew something was up.’ Kenny recalls. ‘He dropped into the intro beats and worked them for about a minute. We had background vocals, but Taana was not on the record yet. When the track finally kicked in there was a line-up to the booth of people trying to find out what the record was.’

I love this story. I read it and I wish I could have been there screaming Larry’s name, handclapping along with the other 2,000 queens on the Garage floor, trying to remember how to dance to something so darn slow or queuing up outside the booth to ID the track. But is it wholly incompatible with Danny Krivit and Mel Cheren’s version? Do we have to shrug our shoulders and echo Taana’s ‘You know, this don’t make no kind of sense?’ Perhaps, perhaps not. It’s still entirely possible that, having thrilled everyone with his introduction of the demo, the DJ still needed to give them some time to come to terms with Taana’s wonky vocal once the record was finished.

That said, trying to blend the two stories into a single, seamless narrative stream seems almost as challenging as bridging the gap in pace from Mighty Real to Heartbeat. Yet what feels important to me is that both accounts share components that demonstrate Larry’s  ability to lead, not follow, the crowd, and showcase the real relationship he maintained with his dancers. And if he could find a way to make two such contrasting pieces of music work side by side, we should follow suit and embrace the drama in the clash. Personally, I wouldn’t want to want to live in a world without both takes on his anarchic, wilful, contrary, occasionally crash-mixing brilliance.

Last word to Larry’s friend and fellow DJ David DePino (quoted in the Brewster and Broughton sleeve notes to Live At The Paradise Garage, available on the DJ History website here). ‘He was able to get 2,000 people to feel the same emotion and peak at the same time [‘Like a bolt out of the blue’]. He could make them feel like one [‘Did you feel it too?’]. They loved him for his insanity and his genius. [‘I remember that.’] I miss him, I miss him very much. It was just like going over the rainbow every Saturday night.’ In the era of the first onslaught of HIV/AIDS, the racist and homophobic backlash kicked off by Disco Demolition Night in Chicago’s Comiskey Park, worldwide recession and home-grown Reagonomics, the dancers of the Garage were very lucky that they had Larry Levan for the best part of a decade to allow them to become – at least for a few sweat-drenched hours any weekend they wanted – such happy little bluebirds.



  1. kittproudfoot

    This is a truly gorgeous article, the last paragraph has inspired me to no end. This will be getting bookmarked & I am sure read & re-read for years to come. Thank you.

  2. Keith Carlos

    Larry was a great guy to be around I enjoyed all the times we spent I miss him. You quite eloquently tell the story of our past. Im not sure we understood the impact a bunch of guys who liked music would make. Such an impact.

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  4. Simon Korner

    Another excellent piece. I don’t know anything about what you’re referring to, but it makes me want to – I think it’s the sense of history that gives it a feeling of importance.

  5. Stephen Silvestri

    Wonderful, inspiring and heartfelt words. I was born the year the Garage closed but the vibe and mission of the club is something I carry with me in my own life. There are still plenty of ex-Garage people that party in NY and when I have the opportunity to party with them it’s always a joy. Their youthful exuberance, deep souls and straight swagger are always a joy to be around.

    • luckyismydoggy

      Hello Stephen. Thanks so much for your touching words. It has been surprising and encouraging to find out that the piece is speaking to people who were at the Garage and people who weren’t. I love your description of the King Street veterans: it sounds exactly right to me.

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