"friday night was supposed to be the straight night, and saturday night was supposed to be the gay night. but everybody went to every night. all the mothers’ children: the straight ones, the freaks, everybody in between. it was a place to go and dance and not be judged."
"at the garage, it was like stepping into a temple of music. the bass drum and voices were so crisp, clear, well-defined and powerful. it would change you forever."
paradise garage in nyc circa 70s/80s





















