In a society increasingly filled with self-delusion, there are still times when the roles individuals see themselves playing can unlock astonishing insights about who they are. A few weeks ago, when speaking with author and disco historian Tim Lawrence about the New York party scene of the 1970s and ’80s, I off-handedly called David Mancuso — one of that scene’s central figures, who founded the legendary disco happening The Loft and who passed away Monday, after a protracted illness, at the age of 72 — a “DJ.” Lawrence, who over the past two decades had spent many hours interviewing Mancuso, was quick to correct me. “David would not refer to himself as a ‘DJ,'” he said, “but as a ‘musical host.'”
It was a funny interjection and fact-check. Mancuso was a host, by the word’s most basic definition, in that for the first 30-plus years of The Loft’s existence, the party took place in his actual home (first on Broadway, then on Spring Street, and then on 3rd Street in Alphabet City), and the people he welcomed were not “attendees” or “club members” but invited guests. He was a man who’d spent his early years in a Utica, N.Y., children’s home run by a kindly woman named Sister Alicia, whom he would forever cite as his first musical influence and whose desire to throw dance parties for the home’s orphans sank in deeply. Mancuso’s unwavering focus on the importance of sound and community made him a host in a philosophically Christian sense, too; it whole-heartedly reflected his outlook of the world, one that he wanted to pass on to everyone who came through his doors and participated in his ritual. And the man who studied with Timothy Leary also believed in the spiritual power of the pharmacologically produced sacrament whose acronym was barely hidden in the name of that first Loft gathering — Love Saves the Day, inaugurated on Valentine’s Day 1970 — and which dosed the punch at many future gatherings. A host? Yeah, sure, of course.
Thus did David Mancuso lore double pretty naturally as history, which is only noteworthy because few late-20th century creation myths are as absolute as the ones he had a hand in. Mancuso’s is the story of the birth of contemporary dance-music, clubbing and DJ culture — which The Loft most definitely seeded, with a lot of help from three of Mancuso’s most ardent admirers, the DJs Larry Levan, Nicky Siano and Frankie Knuckles, as well as some men in the Bronx then busy inventing hip-hop. Simultaneously, it’s the origin story of the contemporary ideal of New York City’s cultural and creative diversity — which The Loft embodied in its most utopian manifestation. You may not have heard of David Mancuso, but chances are good that you have fed off the body of his work these past few decades.
In retrospect, the recipe for The Loft was rather simple: uplifting décor (the man loved a balloon drop!), people who trusted one another, good rhythmic music delivered over a great sound system, a mild social lubricant and the freedom of dance-floor movement. It also began out of necessity — not just because Mancuso needed to utilize the long-standing, now-lost tradition of the rent party to cover the monthly check to the landlord, but because in 1970, mere months after the Stonewall uprising, there were still laws against men dancing with one another. In fact, the very notion of the modern discotheque hadn’t been invented yet — until The Loft.
Mancuso’s “host”-ness — or more precisely, his notion that music could matter as more than just background — was the secret ingredient. His description of a moment of powerful clarity at the first Loft party, from Lawrence’s Love Saves the Day, speaks volumes:
“No way did I want to be a disc jockey,” he says. “I only did it because I used to hang out with these people all the time so I knew what kind of music we liked.” However, as the dance floor began to respond to his selections Mancuso realized that he could communicate with his guests after all—through music—and as his apartment started to steam up he ripped off his t-shirt, abandoning himself to the psychic stream of the party. “We were on the same wavelength,” he says.
Under Mancuso’s watchful eye, The Loft became a contemporary update on the Dionysian feast, albeit with a definitive layer of ethics and Buddhist aspirations, a mixture of holy spirits and his concept of the “third ear.” And the people who passed through The Loft — not just the endless parade of DJs, but people like Robert Williams, who moved to Chicago and went on to open clubs such as Music Box and The Warehouse, the birthplace of house music — returned to the world armed with its insights.
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