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Well hello sexy listeners. I’m ThatPodcastGirl C Dub, and This Is A Podcast About House Music.

I want to start by saying hello to the new listeners I’m seeing pop up in Australia, Germany, the UK, Israel, and Brazil. I see some of you listening on your TVs, streaming through Chromecast, sitting back and letting the sound fill the room. I love that. I’m really glad you’re here.

All season long, we’ve talked about rooms.

Chicago basements. New York lofts. UK warehouses.

We’ve talked about sound systems, about pacing, about what happened when clubs got bigger and nights got longer and house music had to stretch without losing itself.

For this episode, I want to talk about the people and how they moved to this music.

Because if you really want to understand a culture, you don’t just listen to the music. You do have to watch what it does to bodies over time.

House music dancing had a very particular feel to it. It had a posture. A way of settling into the body that showed up again and again, even though nobody was teaching it. It didn’t come from choreography or instruction. It came from the conditions of the music itself. There were long blends. Steady tempos. Heat. Sweat. And a lot of time.

If you weren’t around it, the dancing could look subtle, even understated. But once you recognize it, you start seeing it everywhere.

In Chicago for example, so much of the movement lived in the torso. The word jack shows up constantly in early house culture. In record titles and in lyrics. In the way people talked about the music. Jackin’ described a rolling motion through the chest, ribs, and spine. A forward and back wave that never really stopped. The beat didn’t hit the body from the outside. It moved through the center and outward.

People didn’t rush it. They let the motion repeat until it settled. Knees stayed bent. Weight dropped low into the hips. Nothing looked sharp or forced. Dancers talked about getting locked in, catching the groove, finding the pocket. Those weren’t metaphors. They were describing what it felt like when the body finally lined up with the track.

That made sense because Chicago house gave you time. Records stayed in place long enough for the body to relax into them. The dancing conserved energy and it was sustainable. You could stay there for hours.

When you move to New York, the quality shifts. The dancing becomes more contained, more internal. A lot of people later used the word lofting to describe it, connected to the culture of David Mancuso’s Loft and other noncommercial spaces where dancing wasn’t about being seen.

Movement stayed compact. Arms followed the body instead of leading it. Steps stayed close to the floor. People danced inches from each other without needing interaction. You could be surrounded by hundreds of people and still feel like everyone was having a private experience.

A lot of dancers from that era remember how quiet those floors could feel, even when they were full. Not quiet in sound, but quiet in energy. It wasn’t about big gestures or screaming. The movement stayed focused and inward.

Across all of these rooms, the feet carried the most information.

House footwork was quick and responsive, but not flashy. Steps skimmed the floor. Heels and toes worked independently. Weight shifted constantly through small pivots, slides, and turns. Dancers responded to details in the music. Hi-hats and shuffled percussion.

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In our last episode, we spent time in New York City, talking about how clubs expanded in the 1990s, how rooms grew larger, how DJs became more visible, and how nightlife began to intersect with spectacle in a very particular way.

Today, we’re staying with the same decade, but we’re shifting geography and energy. We’re going to Chicago, and we’re talking about what was happening in the clubs there.

Chicago in the early 1990s was a city learning how to live with its own invention. House music was no longer in its ignition phase, no longer burning with the urgency that defined the early 1980s. By this point, house had traveled widely and returned home carrying traces of other cities and other rooms, yet Chicago remained committed to listening inward, allowing the music to settle into neighborhoods, into bodies, and into memory.

The legacy of the Warehouse continued to shape the city’s internal logic long after its doors closed. The Warehouse had established a philosophy rather than a format, one that centered emotional release, collective experience, and patience. That philosophy deepened at the Music Box, where Ron Hardy reshaped intensity into ritual. Stories of records played at extreme volume, of tracks looping until time dissolved, circulated constantly in the 1990s. These stories were not treated as nostalgia. They functioned as instruction. Younger dancers learned how a room could be guided slowly into surrender, how repetition could become transcendence, how discomfort could transform into release when you shared it.

One dancer who had experienced the Music Box described carrying its lessons into every club she entered afterward. She said she could feel it immediately when a DJ trusted the room enough to let a record stay longer than expected. The moment always arrived in the body first, before the mind recognized it.

On the North Side, Medusa’s played a crucial role that is often underestimated. As an all-ages venue, it became a gateway for teenagers who encountered house music not through records or radio, but through their bodies. Many future DJs, promoters, and lifelong dancers remember taking the train into the city and stepping into Medusa’s unsure of how to move or where to stand. They watched older dancers carefully, absorbing timing and posture before ever stepping fully onto the floor.

Several people who were teenagers at Medusa’s remember the moment they realized no one was watching them. One woman recalled standing stiffly at first, copying movements she did not yet understand, and then suddenly noticing she had been dancing for twenty minutes without thinking about how she looked. A DJ who played there regularly said you could physically see people change over time. Their shoulders dropped. Their timing softened. They stopped trying to dance and started listening with their bodies. Medusa’s mattered because it taught a generation that house music was permission, not performance.

Beyond established clubs, Chicago’s underground remained active through loft parties and temporary spaces that filled the gaps between official venues. These nights were often invitation-based, shared quietly through flyers or word of mouth, hosted in warehouses, basements, or borrowed rooms. DJs played extended sets, sometimes all night, shaping soundtracks that evolved slowly. Dancers remember sitting on the floor to rest, sharing water, and drifting back into the music when their bodies were ready.

One promoter remembered a loft party where the power briefly went out around three in

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I’m ThatPodcastGirl, and This Is A Podcast About House Music. In the early 1990s, I was still a kid, moving from elementary school toward middle school, at that age where the world feels like it is quietly inflating around you. Stores seemed enormous. Television felt louder and more colorful. Fashion was shinier, bolder, and full of confidence. Everything about the decade suggested expansion, as if the culture itself had taken a deep breath and decided to grow outward.

What I didn’t know yet was that nightlife was expanding too, and that house music was changing shape in ways that would permanently alter how it was made, played, and felt. The shift wasn’t only emotional. It was physical. The rooms were getting larger, the sound systems more powerful, and DJs were suddenly being asked to solve a new problem while the night was already in motion. How do you preserve intimacy when the space itself keeps getting bigger?

In those early years of the decade, New York was still the laboratory where that question was being worked out in real time. Chicago had built the foundation of house music, but New York became the place where it was tested under pressure, where scale introduced new challenges and demanded new forms of care. Bigger rooms meant sound behaved differently, records behaved differently, and bodies behaved differently too. DJs had to learn how to manage all of that at once, often without knowing yet what the rules were.

At Sound Factory, the DJ booth was still rooted in vinyl culture. Two turntables and a rotary mixer formed the core of the setup, with no screens to rely on and no safety nets to catch mistakes. The booth itself was modest in size, but the room it fed was not, and that imbalance forced DJs to think beyond simple selection.

DJs like Junior Vasquez became known not for excess, but for restraint. Dancers from that era consistently describe a similar sensation when they talk about those nights. Junior did not rush toward release. Instead, he held it back, letting bass emerge slowly and transitions unfold so gradually that a new record could enter the mix without being consciously noticed. What people felt instead was a subtle shift in temperature, a change in emotional pressure that accumulated over time.

From the DJ’s perspective, this approach required intense technical discipline. Gain had to be managed so the system didn’t exhaust itself too early. Frequencies needed shaping so dancers could last for hours without burning out. The room had to be allowed to breathe, rather than being overwhelmed. One longtime regular later said it felt like the DJ was teaching the sound system how to behave, which was not metaphor so much as a description of real, hands-on craft.

As the decade moved forward, the problem of scale became impossible to ignore. Rooms grew taller and wider, and sound began to travel differently as a result. Bass took longer to land. High frequencies scattered. Reverb lingered in the air. Mistakes no longer disappeared into the crowd but echoed back through the space, demanding attention. DJs could no longer rely on instinct alone. They had to evolve.

When Twilo opened, it marked a clear turning point in how house music was experienced. Twilo was not just larger than what came before. It was an acoustic environment that required constant adjustment and awareness. The DJ booth itself reflected this shift, with improved monitoring, greater isolation, and more precise mixers that turned the act of DJing into something closer to operating a control room than standing at the edge of a dance floor.

DJs such as Danny Tenaglia became le

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