By the time I completed my tenure at Westchester Community College, I knew I wanted to become a professor. Of what? I had no idea. But I knew I wanted to teach. Today I think I would’ve been a superb professor of two disciplines; basic algebra and composition and literature. Algebra because it took me multiple attempts to finally get it, but once I did, I morphed into an algebraic champion with a knack for explaining its concepts to others – and composition and literature because I think I’d be a quizzical inspiration for young or interested writers. By the time I had graduated from graduate school at Binghamton University, I had already submitted my resume to one of my early professors at the aforementioned community college (Dr. John Christesen). He would pass it on to the college president (Dr. Joseph Hankin) for review. That entire endeavor, for some reason or another, never worked out. I’m not sure if there were any teaching positions available. Probably not. I really can’t remember.

This is going to be a post about 90s dance music and the 90s New York City (and surrounding areas) nightclub scene. I’m not particularly proud of my once taste in music, but I’m certainly proud of the many good times I’ve had in the once nightclubs. There’s a lot to tell from this era and if you happened to have been alive during it and if you happened to have lived in the New York tri-state area, you may just relate to what I’m about to share below. Either that, or you were simply annoyed by the entire thing. Or you found yourself somewhere in the middle.

There are a lot of heavy metal bands out there. I’m no aficionado, but I do know this: It’s widely believed that back in the late 60s, Black Sabbath initiated the birth of this genre. If you’ve ever heard of Ozzy Osborne, let it be known that he may just have been the impetus behind some of the most loved and followed music on the planet. And I mean that – metalheads are unlike any other type of music lover in existence. They were and still are dedicated, well informed, and are flat-out unique in so much of what they do in their lives. Back in the 80s, I’d see these folks walking up and down the sidewalks all decked out in their black jeans, black leather jackets, and spikes all over their wrists, shoulders, waistlines, and necks. Metalheads still exist today. Many of them have never lost their love of 70s and 80s metal and they’ll die wearing their lonely, somewhat off-putting outfits. That’s what the average person thinks of their clothing, anyway. But if the average person were to stop a metalhead to chat, they’d most certainly discover an introspective, hyper-resolute, and wildly thoughtful person. The depth of the metalhead isn’t to be underestimated.