They called us NYC club kids, then they “cleaned up” New York and the scene went under ground. I lost 5 years of my life in there somewhere! Used to take the PATH train from Newark to meet up with friends in the belly of these two giant buildings. Important to me cuz you could navigate back in various states of messed up, as you could see them from anywhere on the island. My last trip was March of 01, and some asshole knocked my markers down! I graduated that year and hid out in the North Woods for 15 years trying to forget that wild time.
Tell me if you don’t hear some of the roots of Trance in this oldie?
