The Man Who Danced Next To Me
My friend Hal Rubenstein has written a lovely brief tribute to d.j. extraordinaire Frankie Knuckles, who just died. Opening sentence: ‘In the early ’70s, when the city was flush with hormones and innocence, when bottle service was still delivered by the milkman, and before he locked himself in a DJ booth as a self-imposed hostage, I used to dance right next to Frankie Knuckles at The Loft.’ Further: ‘If you were one of the lucky few in this town to carry a cardboard pass with a photo of the kids from the old “Our Gang” comedies (pictured) in your wallet, there was no where else you wanted to be after midnight on a Saturday night.
