My first ever party was during the summer of 1986. In Chicago. Big ol' train station, which was still in semi-operation....or at least the trains ran through the depot still. Farley Jackmaster Funk was on the wheels. Not a lot of lights....and when the train rolled through, it shook the entire building...but the music never skipped nor stopped. It was then that I fell in love with house music. When I came home, I tried seeking this music out at local record stores...with very limited success.
Enter MR. JEFFREY WOODWARD....the first person I had ever heard play house music in Flint....and the only, practically, until Kevin and I came along. (That I knew of, anyway...) As devoutly Detroit as I was/am still, U can't get past the groove of what Chicago had 2 offer. We're kinda like brother cities, musically. We just had different ways of freaking the 808 and the 303, that's all.