1360 College, Boulder, CO
Black Mondays resident DJ 1989-1995
Before there was Ground Zero there was Pogos. And it was good.
Where it really all began. This was back in the day before MP3s–even before CDs. We did have a single tray-loading deck with a play button, from which you could not mix. We had a wall of vinyl and a stipend for purchasing records to put in the wall. You didn’t crate it all with you, or stick in your pocket on your flash drive. Clubs supplied things like turntables and mixers. And sometimes you got a paycheck, but mostly you worked because you would die if you did not. This was back in the time when goth was called death rock, and slam dancing was called pogoing. When we didn’t really have a clue what to wear. People shopped at thrifts stores, not Hot Topic, which was a fashion disgrace in an undreamed of future. A time when we looked forward to music by bands like The Cure, Siouxsie, Depeche Mode, and Sisters of Mercy – and it was ALL new, and good.
For six years this was my home on Monday night, as the resident DJ of Black Mondays. And every other night as a patron and general debaucher.
Ground Zero closed when Cafe Netherworld opened and new clubs awaited…
