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 post is about 90s dance music and the New York City (and surrounding areas) nightclub scene. I’m not exactly proud of my taste in music back then, but I am proud of the countless good times I had in those nightclubs. There’s a lot to tell from that era, and if you were alive and if you happened to have resided in the New York tri-state area, you might relate to what I’m about to share. Or maybe you were annoyed by the whole thing. Or perhaps, like most people, you sat somewhere in between.

There are a lot of heavy metal bands out there. I’m no expert, but here’s what I know: most people agree that back in the late ’60s, Black Sabbath lit the fuse that started it all. And if you’ve heard of Ozzy Osbourne, you know the man may have been the spark behind some of the most loved, most followed music on Earth.