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Francis Grasso started the journey

Francis Grasso started the journey

Francis Grasso was the original. If DJing is about playing a meaningful set, rather than a jumble of tunes – then he was the first. He wasn’t the first to mix and overlap records, but as he stitched rock, soul, Latin and African tracks together to keep an adoring crowd on the floor, he showed how DJing could be a performance. Before Francis, disc jockeys were waiters, bringing a menu of familiar tracks. After him, the DJ was the lord of the dance – creating a rhythm-heavy narrative from personal taste and force of personality. In New York, as the sixties ended, he stole a job from society discaire Terry Noel, added a love of thundering drums, and pioneered beat-mixing by slipping the needle into the grooves at just the right moment. As the founding father of the scene that would become disco, in clubs including Salvation, The Haven and most importantly Sanctuary – a church that was deconsecrated on a weekly basis – Francis Grasso created modern DJing by showing everyone how much was possible.

In a pre-internet age, no-one he’d inspired could tell us if he was still alive. In the end we found him in the phone book and I took the subway an hour into Brooklyn, cassette recorder in hand, to meet outside a Carvel ice cream store. Skeletally trim, with a raspy beat-up voice and a mane of fuzzy grey hair, he took me straight into Joe’s bar where I found myself interviewing the godfather of DJing over glasses of draft Bud at 10am.

Tragically, Grasso was found dead in his apartment on March 18, 2001, just as his foundational role in the craft of DJing was becoming more widely known.

Interviewed in Brooklyn by Frank, 4.2.99

So you’re from NY originally?
Brooklyn. Born and bred, lived in many different places.

And you started off dancing, didn’t you?
Yep. One of the original Trude Heller go-go boys. Dancing on a little platform with a live band. It was in the Village, Sixth Avenue, on the corner of 9th Street. You had 20 minutes on and 20 minutes off, and you could only move your ass side to side because if you went back and forth you’d bang off the wall and fall right onto the table you were dancing over.

What were you wearing?
Slacks, you know and you’d have a partner, and they’d play ‘Cloud Nine’ by the Temptations for about 38 minutes [laughs]. It was the most exhausting job I’d ever had in my life. I was beat that night.

What was Trude Heller’s like? Was it ritzy?
Kind of. Kind of like date oriented. Couples, very few recorded records, and she was just somebody who became famous. It was the hardest 20 dollars I ever made in my life. I’m going home, my muscles were killing me. I remember on the train it was…

How did you get into that?
What? Dancing? I got three major motorcycle accidents, so I couldn’t co-ordinate my feet and the doctor suggested for therapy that I try dancing.

So it was a therapeutic thing?
Yeah, sort of. Very very wacky sort of way. I never thought I’d go down that sort of trail, cos I’d gone to college for literature, and I never thought I’d go down the trail…

Featured dancers on the ledge at Trude Hellers, 1966.
Is this a young Francis snapped dancing at Trude Heller’s? (on the left of the ledge). The woman centred on the dancefloor is club proprietress of legend Regine Zylberberg. 1967. Photo © JP Laffont
A close-up from the same roll.

How did dancing turn into DJing?
Well, I was managing a clothing store on Lexington Avenue between 57th Street and 58th Street. It was upstairs. And the bartenders used to come in from a club called Salvation II, and I’d become familiar with Salvation One and Bradley Pierce [manager of Salvation and previously Ondine, where he’d been the first in New York to put on The Doors]. So they said come by. Back then it was couples only. And there was a disk jockey named Terry Noel in Salvation II, and I went there on a Friday night, and he didn’t show up for work. Which later I found out when he showed up at 1.30 and he’d taken acid. It’s not a good start, to a Friday night! And they so liked me they asked me if I wanted to try.

You were dancing there for money or just…
No just dancing there.

And the club had the records at that time; they didn’t belong to the DJ?
The club had the records. For a long time that was the way it always was.

Rek-O-Kut turntables, like this top-of-the-line B12, were the platters of choice for ’60s radio stations, loved for their massive motors and fast start times.

What was the set-up? What were the turntables?
It was a Rek-O-Kut fader with two Rek-O-Kut turntables and the fader was just somewhere in the middle of both turntables. Probably not even in existence now, like radio quality at the time, motor driven. Not belt driven.

And all you had was a switch to cut between the two?
No. It was a knob, a fader. It was a fader, so you could do mixes. Sort of. If you knew what you were doing. But this was my first night

Do you remember the first record you played?
I don’t know, but I had a hell of a good time. And they paid me a lot of money, and I said “Wow, they paid me this much money,” and I would have paid them. I had that much fun. I know when Terry showed up he was fired.

Because he was unreliable and you were the new kid? ?
Well. I played better too. He used to do really weird things. Like he’d have the whole dancefloor going and then put on Elvis Presley. I kept em juiced. He would play bizarre records… He’s still bizarre, but anyway. But he showed up at 1.30, which is now Saturday morning, the club closes at 4. It’s not the right time to show up for work. And the owners had probably had enough of his attitude.

Can you remember the kind of records you were playing the first few times?
’Proud Mary’ [by Ike and Tina Turner] was very popular. I played things like ‘96 Tears’, [by ? & The Mysterians] Temptations, Four Tops, Supremes. There was no Jackson 5 then. Uh…

Can you remember the date when you first played?
Ooh no.

You remember the year.
1967 or ’68. Then Salvation II closed. So I was sort of out of work. I was doing air conditioning work. And I was at this club in Union Square called Tarots, which was on 14th Street. And I asked them if they needed a disk jockey one night and they said go. And he just had a switch, he didn’t have a fader. He just had a switch; you went from one to the other. And back then it was basically the same tunes. ‘Knights In White Satin’ was very popular.

How long did you play there?
Until the bouncer from the Sanctuary came to the club on a Sunday night. He turned around and said to me, “You know the guy we’ve got at The Sanctuary really sucks, so would you like to, you know, audition?” I said sure. And at the time I had Brian Auger & the Trinity and Julie Driscoll. I went there and they were practising for a fashion show, with models. And in eight records I had the job. I thought if I can’t do it in eight I’m not going to do it all night long. Next thing I knew I was at the Sanctuary.

And they were the wild years.
No. Those were the quieter years. It was when the Sanctuary was straight and it was mostly couples like Salvation II. But really it was what was really funny was that the manager of Sanctuary used to be the manager of Trude Heller’s. And we all thought the day manager and the night manager hated each other. But in reality they were shacking up, and they took off with like $175,000. [There was another scandal at the club in 1972 when manager Shelly Bloom was the victim of a mafia hit, two weeks before the club was closed for 33 drug busts in three nights.]

The Sanctuary, at 407 W43rd Street, now the Westside Theatre, was a Lutheran church turned nightclub by impresario Arnie Lord, with a decadently irreligious theme conceived by Liberian economics student Francois Massaquoi.
The DJ booth was on the marble altar. You can see Francis top right DJing in front of the organ pipes.

This is from Sanctuary?
The original Sanctuary, the original owners. The one on the church. It’s the one that was called the Church first; open two weeks and the Catholic Church got an injunction to close us down [In fact the veto was from the NY Buildings Dept who refused a permit under it’s original name The Church ]. Cos we had this mural that I would face that was unbelievably pornographic. And what was interesting about it was the devil; this guy painted a distinct feature of it was that no matter where you stood in the club he was looking at you. Angels were fucking and… So what they did was they changed the name to the Sanctuary and reprinted everything, and they stuck plastic fruit in various places, bunch of grapes here, you had red grapes, you had green grapes.

To cover everything up.
Yeah, cos it used to be some kind of German protestant church. But cos this guy took the $175,000 they had to change hands. So they wanted to make the first gay bar.

This is what year?
1969? And they fired everybody, cos they didn’t want women. Cos this was after Stonewall, suddenly… Well, it was the first time they’d taken the concept of a gay bar without a jukebox.

And not being secret…
Well, I remember the Stonewall. I was at the Haven the night of the Stonewall riot. I remember seeing the police come in a city bus. It was like wacky. They locked the doors, the cops were clubbing people, they were throwing bricks and bottles. It was a wacked out night that night. Anyway, they were gonna keep me, to try me out or whatever. So it became evident that I had the job. We used to close Mondays and Tuesdays, now we’re open seven days a week. And we’re packed.

I used to go to the men’s room, and customers always tried to pick me up, so I remember one time I was in a urinal pissing and this guy was in a business suit, and he said something to me, I said, employer policy is that employees cannot date customers. Then I started going to the ladies’ room cos there were no ladies. I remember one time there was a fellow named Alan who used to stand by the door and greet people. And somebody was doing an article with somebody and they said do you get straight people here, and he went “Yeah, there he goes.”

I had such power at that time that two female friends of mine came to visit. They were just friends, at two o’clock in the morning, a weekday night, and I had James Brown Live At The Apollo on, 25 minutes and 32 seconds, and I said if you don’t let them in, you better get somebody up there to change that record. So after about five minutes of this stalemate, they let them in. Jane Fonda filmed the movie Klute there. She had a big argument with Seymour and Shelly because they wouldn’t permit lesbians in the club. I’m the disc jockey in the movie, and I had like three weeks work, doing the whole thing. It was fascinating to watch. Only thing is I was doing double duty, I was showing up at the movie set at 7.30, driving home, to Brooklyn, walking my dog, shave and showering, going back to work, till 4 o’clock in the morning. It took its toll.

I bet.
It was like summertime and they would have a big table with coffee and bagels and doughnuts and everything that you wanted. And then the cops came in, cos to get the feel of real hookers they had real hookers. Then they sent the cops in cos there was a lot of drug-dealing going on – in between takes! It was a lively crowd!

So you didn’t play at the Sanctuary that long?
Oh, about a year. Then I remember when I was working at the Haven, the [Sanctuary] manager, Michael Crennan called me up and said somebody been fooling around with the cartridge in the back. And could I take a look. I said I could stop up there before I go down to the Haven to work. And when I walked in and the customers saw me behind in the booth, they all applauded, there was this big cheer. I’m like [shrugs] I’m not staying.

From what I’ve read, the Sanctuary was a wild place. Did it change?
It got wilder. In the summertime they were having sex in people’s hallways.

Not in the club? Did that go on?
Only me! ’Cos we were open all night. We’re a juice bar now. We lost the liquor license. So they had to be doing something. We were staying open till 12 o’clock in the afternoon – Saturday afternoon. And Sunday afternoon, and they’d be so smashed, in the summertime they’d be in peoples vestibules, in their hallways… It was a very. I have articles on it. I still have them. Daily News used to call it a drugs supermarket.

What drugs were people doing back then?
Back then? The biggest drug people were doing back then was Quaaludes, the small ones, 300 milligrams, the pills. And you had the capsule which was 400 milligrams, and back then they went for 5 dollars apiece. I had a pharmacist friend of mine and he used to get them in a sealed bottle and I’d sell them for a buck a piece, to my friends, who came in. made a lot of swaps for tapes, back in those days. It got pretty… I’d be out walking my dog; people like scream out your name on the street, in the supermarket. I would do average things; they’d yell “Francisss”

But that must have been great! It must have just been people you knew from the clubs.
You’d be surprised. If you put an average of 1500 people in a room, for however many years I was playing: 17 years, a lot of people are gonna get to see you… I made a lot of fans in New Jersey. I made a lot of fans everywhere.

Cos you were pretty much the first DJ that had that kind of following, there were guys before you, what were you doing differently?
There wasn’t really guys before me. Nobody had really just kept the beat going. They’d get them to dance then change records, you had to catch the beat again. It never flowed. And they didn’t know how to bring the crowd to a height, and then level them back down, and to bring them back up again. It was like an experience, I think that was how someone put it. And the more fun the crowd had, the more fun I had. See I really loved the atmosphere. I just wouldn’t have wanted to have been a customer. I loved being in the room, but I couldn’t see myself like being amongst one of the customers, being on the dancefloor, because I couldn’t handle that. I really hate crowds. But it’s fun to absorb it.

So how did you develop all of that?
I was a dancer! I was a dancer, so it was rhythmically… not hard. And I play a few instruments.

Really, what do you play?
Well, I started on the accordion. I was young then. Then I went to guitar and then drums and saxophone.

You say musically it wasn’t a problem, and I can understand that. If you’re a dancer you know what you want to dance to, but technically, technically it must have been a real problem… with the equipment you had back then…
Today you’ve got a disc jockey that puts on a 20 minute 12 inch. I’m changing records every 2 minutes and 12 seconds, on average. These guys don’t really work today. Unh-uh. I mean if you’re playing mostly 45s… I had like certain bathroom records, certain records you played only when you had to go to the bathroom.

What were they?
James Brown Live At the Apollo, then I used to play the Befour album, Brian Auger & the Trinity. I played a lot of English music. I had gotten a lot of imports over my time. I would hear things and I would have a deal with the record store where I used to live. He would let me take in all the new 45s, go in the back with this little portable Victrola, listen to them.

So technically, you pretty much invented slipcueing right. How did that come about?
Well, to tell you the truth, when Bob Lewis was a disc jockey on the radio, at CBS, before they went to oldies, way back when they played rock and roll, the engineer had taught me. But I found with the two slide faders, that I had gotten so good, cos you see the reflection off the record, you can see the different shades… of the black. And I got so good I would just catch it on the run.

You would just drop the needle on it?
No I could catch it in the beat.

But that’s by holding the record.
No, without. The records spinning, you put the needle in it, right into it. And you just practised. I guess I practised live. I guess. You start out with records like, say, The Staple Singers’ ‘I’ll Take You There,’ now that’s a slow beat, and you build slowly and slowly, till you get them dancing fast. Like I used to play ‘Immigrant Song’ by Led Zeppelin, I loved playing that. I discovered a lot of records too: Abaco Dream, which was really Sly And The Family Stone, [a tune] called ‘Life And Death In G&A’ was a biggie, discovered James Brown’s ‘Sex Machine’.

So when did slip cueing come in with felt pads?
Not till around the disco convention started. And the Bozak started coming in, the Bozak mixers. But by this time I had already been tired of disco, because they had basically put everything except Mary Had A Little Lamb with a disco beat. It was just the same sound; there was no variance. Went to a club, it was like moronic.

So what year were you able to beat mix, and completely segue?
I was able to beat mix right away.

That must have been so difficult with the records back then.
It was very difficult.

What were your peak records?
’You’re The One’ by Little sister, which was also Sly And The Family Stone. ‘Hot Pants’ was very big, by James Brown, when it came out.

From Albert Goldman’s book Disco
From Penthouse, 1979, photo © Mick Rock

How long were you at the Haven?
Oh, I think about ’69 to er… things were starting to happen. People were approaching me with business deals and stuff, always wanting to make a dollar quick. And I always loved that phrase; “well we don’t have enough money!” And I would make a deal with them, could you invest it in equipment, cos I had always believed I was only as good as my equipment. The only limitations I would put on myself was the equipment I was working with.

Who were you working with equipment-wise, Alex Rosner?
At first it was Alex Rosner, then it was Dick Long. Not Casey that much, he came in later on. Richard Long used to be Alex Rosner’s fix-it man. If something happened during the night, he’d send Dick Long out. Then they had some kind of disagreement or whatever and Richard, he outbid him, he outperformed him, and he out-equipment-wised him. Dick and I used to have some really serious conversations about… Dick was into perfecting it and making it more and more reliable.

What was the first system he built for you? ?
Who Richard Long? Um, I would say the one I had in my apartment, when the equipment was stolen along with my records. It was called Disco Associates; it was a Beyer with a triple volume control, single headset. Richard was really on the cutting edge. And gave me separate microphone, and he was always toying with improving it.

Was it a big celebrity scene at Sanctuary? Did famous people come in?
Oh yeah, all the time. I dated Liza Minnelli for a while. When it’s people like that you’d just nod hello. Recognition is like… people expect it to be really cool, but a lot of times it isn’t cos you’re expected to be always on. My second fiancée took a picture of me once, waking up. My hair was like this, you know, She’s caught me in the middle of a yawn. And she went ”This is the real Francis.” Because I was so vain and my hair always had to be impeccable. Even my dungarees had a crease. I’m serious.

The Haven was where sound engineer Alex Rosner installed Rosie, the first stereo mixer designed for nightclub use, developed with Grasso in mind.

That’s what you wore in the booth.
At Sanctuary? No, I wore dress clothes. But at the Haven I made dungarees popular. The 501 Levis. Button fly.

Were you able to see what your influence was on other DJs?
Yeah. I taught, two of the most prominent: Michael Cappello and Steve D’Acquisto.

How did you meet up with them?
Hanging out. From them coming in as customers. And I basically needed somebody reliable and who knew what they were basically doing, at least had an idea. I had to teach somebody. I was teaching in secret because it was really hard to do what I do. I may teach you the basic moves, but it’s your interpretation that makes or breaks you. Then I had that business of opening Club Francis. I had this idea of starting like the apex technical school – see that commercial? – said I wanted to open a disc jockey school they said I was crazy. Then we had Club Francis which was the old Cafe Wha.

What was the story behind that?
I forget what year.

But that was after everything else?
It had to be around ’73, ’74. I knew a lot of famous people. Knew Jimi Hendrix very well, fact when he died, his main old lady, after she flew his body back to Seattle, when she came back to New York, she moved in with me. She wasn’t a fiancée, a little off the wall! For my… Not too stable. But nobody was stable back then.

What kind of kick did you get out of it? When you first played.
It was just feeling the excitement the electricity that was in the air. It was just it was phenomenal. I said I would pay them (they didn’t know it). It was that much fun. It wasn’t until the middle ’70s when everybody got into disco and Saturday Night Fever, and then it became so routine and mundane, and everybody wanted to be a disc jockey. Like hey, everybody’s a disc jockey. Everybody and their mother’s a disc jockey actually.

Tell me about Club Francis. Did you actually open it in the end?
Yeah, we did. I dissolved the partnership.

Wasn’t the story that you got really badly beaten up? What was that?
That was opening up Club Francis. My nose has been broken about 12 times. Least that’s when I stopped counting.

That was from another club?
Yeah, the Machine.

Cos you were so successful.
Yeah they didn’t want me to leave. And they had the Mafia sit-down. The guy in the corner had instructions not to hit me, but to scare me. Only the guy they sent got carried away.

Shit! How bad was it?
Kept me home for three months. Bad. I remember sitting in St. Vincent’s hospital. I told the cops that I was went out to get a breath of fresh air, from the club, and these guys were coming up McDougal Street, and they hit me with beer bottles. And I remember these two doctors, I was in the emergency room of St Vincent’s hospital in Manhattan, said, “shame, must have been a good looking guy.” I had to reinvent myself so to speak, sitting at home for three months. And really when I walked my dog people thought I was Frankenstein. I was a teenage Frankenstein looking with the bandages the whole bit.

Was that the end of Club Francis?
No that was the beginning. That was the first night of Club Francis.

You were home for three months. What happened with the club?
It went on…

Where was it?
On MacDougal Street, over the old Cafe Wha,

And were they the real wild years. I mean if there were women in there…?
Oh, I was caught so many times getting oral sex in the booth it was disgusting.

While you were playing?
I would tell the girls bet you can’t make me miss a beat. Gave them a little challenge and away they go! In fact one time the manager waked in. Michael Krenne. He walks into the disc jockey booth, in the Sanctuary, and he sees this girl on her knees, and I says, don’t bother me now. If you’re gonna yell, yell later.

What were the other rewards? You got pretty well paid?
Oh I was making a lot of money. I think my drug bill was… at that time drugs were a lot cheaper, was about two-fifty a week. And that was for what I’d give away. I’d go to work I’d have 20 joints. I’d buy pot by the pound, bring 20 joints to work with me. Buy an ounce of speed.

Did you get any interest from the record companies recognising the promotional value of what you did?
Yeah, some, but back then everyone was caught up in their own thing. It was like I’m doing my thing, leave me alone.

I know you were noted for your mixing. What sort of records were you mixing together?
I had been known to make mixes like Chicago Transit Authority’s ‘I’m A Man’, the Latin part, into ‘Whole Lotta Love’ by Led Zeppelin. I played a lot of African music. I started African music in nightclubs. Michael Olatunji’s ‘Drums Of Passion’, which bothered me when Santana came out because they didn’t give Michael Olatunji credit for Jingo, and it’s not even pronounced that way.

What were some of the other big mixes that you would do?
I was responsible for bringing Osibisa’s ‘Music For Gong Gong’, Earth Wind And Fire, ‘Sweet Sweetback’s Badaasssss Song’. Mitch Ryder went with the Memphis sound. Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels went to Memphis and it was called the Mitch Ryder Experiment, which was very good.

Did you ever have two copies of the same things and extend things?
‘You’re The One’ [by Little Sister] was similar, with part one and part two on the other side.

So how would you work that?
Well, you always get two copies, cos you only had like two minutes.

You had two copies of everything?
Mostly. If they were really big, like James Brown’s ‘Hot Pants’, that was big. Cos people wanted to dance , it’s summertime, the tube tops were in, no bras, the whole bit.

If you had two copies, how long would you work it?
I’d never push it more than three times. On Little Sister’s ‘You’re The One’, part one ended musically, part two would begin with a scream, so you could blend right into the scream, and then go back to ‘You’re The One’. Or the scream twice. Play it twice, part two, flip it over and play it, twice. They didn’t know I was playing two 45s.

But you didn’t cut it up any more. You didn’t say right I’m gonna play the intro, then another ontro, that kind of thing. Did you do that?
Occasionally. It would depend. I just basically tried everything there was to try.

When did you call it a day?
1980, 81.

And that was because…?
I got disgusted… this bullshit. And the people had changed. As it turns out I was lucky to get out, cos it was just the advent of AIDS and I had always thought that AIDS would develop into a heterosexual disease too. And Richard Long died of AIDS. I lost 38 friends. Then I found out Richard Long died, it was 39, all of AIDS.

DJ Francis in 1999, photo © Frank Broughton

So what’s your greatest memory behind the booth?
I think its that one night, when I went in to fix the cartridge when they just saw me up there and applause just started. People stood up; the house lights were all on.

Did you ever make tapes and sell them? ?
I traded. For clothing. I’d make like cassettes for clothing and things like that. But as far as going into making a tape, like I’d do it for friends. If somebody… Albert Goldman had a fourth of July party one time; I made a tape, reel to reel that he played at his party.

You were friends with him?
Yeah.

Did he get it right in his book, Disco? Is that all correct?
Basically he got it right. The Penthouse article that it was taken from, my mother went out and bought so many copies. She had framed the picture of me in Penthouse. Its like a centrefold, they took the staples out. So you see this naked broad Ginger and then the next page is me.

How come you never wrote a book about it all?
It’s not over yet. My life is an adventure.

What do you think makes a great DJ?
A lot of persistence. And a lot of being aware of your surroundings, and you gotta have a natural feel for rhythm. I mean guys that work at weddings they work four or five hours they get paid 500 dollars. I went to two weddings. I sounded better than that practising.

What makes a bad DJ then?
[laughs] The wrong records.

© Bill Brewster & Frank Broughton

Slim Hyatt and the birth of New York DJing

Slim Hyatt and the birth of New York DJing

We licensed this amazing photo (by Slim Aarons) for the new edition of Last Night a DJ Saved My Life, but we knew very little about Slim Hyatt, shown here DJing at the Egyptian-themed Shepheard’s in New York’s Drake Hotel in 1964, other than the important fact he was America’s first discothèque DJ, having introduced the French-derived craft at Le Club on New Year’s Eve 1960. The only source we had was Albert Goldman’s book Disco. Now, thanks to the mighty powers of the internet, and the tireless detective work of our friends Mark and Barney at Rocksbackpages, we know a lot more. Check out the 1965 piece from Hit Parader below. As well as a night out with Slim, it contained another nugget of gold: the mention of Annette Clark and Orell Gaynor, discaires at swanky members club L’Interdit.

Slim Hyatt was a former military man from Panama who was butler to pianist and bandleader Peter Duchin and who fell into the role of pioneering club DJ by accident. When wealthy French hotelier Oliver Coquelin opened Le Club, the first Parisian style nightclub in New York, he asked Duchin to find him a DJ and Duchin recommended Hyatt. At 416 East 55th Street, Le Club opened its doors on New Year’s Eve, 1960 with Hyatt at the turntables. Musically, however, things didn’t go so well that first night. We’ll let Goldman pick up the story:

Opening night at Le Club (1960), from Disco, by Albert Goldman, 1977

The society girls were delighted by the host’s good taste and found the ladies’ room especially kicky: on the vanity was a one-gallon jug of Arpège secured to the table by a gold-link chain. The men were impressed by the clubby atmosphere and the wine list. The plan of entertainment was to start the evening off on a low key by playing the then-fashionable continental music (which had taken hold in America thanks to the currently popular French and Italian films), then escalate gradually to more and more lively strains till the belles and the beaux were doing the Twist.

Everything went to plan and the opening was adjudged a success, but Coquelin was deeply aggrieved by the music, which instead of describing a smooth arc of mounting excitement, started and stopped, faltered and fumferred, as if the discaire hadn’t the faintest idea of what he was doing. In fact, he hadn’t.

America’s first disco DJ was a very pleasant and deferential black gentleman named Slim Hyatt. He had been recruited for the club by society bandleader Peter Duchin. Coquelin had asked his friend Peter for an unemployed musician to spin the discs. Duchin had replied: ‘I have just the man you want.’ When everything went wrong on opening night, Coquelin called Hyatt on the carpet. ‘What sort of instrumaint do you play?’ he demanded. ‘As a matter of fact, I don’t play any,’ confessed the embarrassed Hyatt. ‘Then, you are a dansair?’ queried Coquelin. Again the reply was in the negative. ‘A singair?’ persisted the perplexed proprietor. ‘No, sir,’ replied Hyatt. ‘As a matter of fact, I am Mr Duchin’s butler. You see he didn’t have the money to pay me jes now, so he said I should take this job.’ Coquelin hit the ceiling, but after he had tried a couple of real musicians with uniformly dismal results, he went back to Hyatt and gradually trained him in the old French art of spinning.

French New Yorker, founder of Le Club and Cheetah, Oliver Coquelin
Slim Hyatt, New York’s first discothèque DJ (and former butler) at Le Club.

Coquelin, known as ‘Disco Daddy’, would go on to open a series of society nightclubs, most famously the kaleidoscopic Cheetah in 1966. Hyatt continued as a DJ and after his shaky start, by 1965 was an impressive forebear to DJs like Terry Noel and Francis Grasso, ‘creating moods, manipulating crowds, playing God in the universe that is Shepheard’s,’ as we read here in this vivid snapshot.

Dancing in New York, From Hit Parader magazine, by Jane Heil January 1965,

SOMETHING’S happened to dancing that never happened before, all at once several million people of all ages, on several continents, have discovered that their hips can do all kinds of wonderful new things they hadn’t even thought possible. Why? Some say it’s the sound: Ray Charles, the Beatles, Trini Lopez. Some say it’s the high cost of floor space; you can’t move your feet so all that’s left are your hips and arms. And there are others who will tell you it’s because boys don’t want to dance with girls… because dancing this way expresses our turbulence and releases our tensions… because teens are setting the standards these days.

Everybody has a theory — but what it all boils down to is this: the whole world’s doing the Frug, the Watusi and the Monkey and having a ball!

I recently spent three weeks around New York looking, listening — and dancing. Here’s what’s happening at the swingingest places in town.

SHEPHEARD’S
Shepheard’s is the most popular place in New York, and don’t accidentally stroll down those two little steps between the bar and the tables, or it’ll cost you four dollars. It’s only been open since New Year’s Eve, and it hasn’t had a less-than-capacity evening since. It’s the only true discotheque, with no live music at all, only records. There used to be live music: six musicians who’d switch off, three playing along with every record. But then the union had to find out about it, and now there aren’t any more musicians at Shepheard’s.

But there is Slim Hyatt, a popeyed Panamanian who presides over Shepheard’s three turntables and 2,000 records. I slithered around in back to talk to him, and believe me, he’s an artist. He doesn’t just play records; he creates moods, he manipulates crowds, he plays God in the universe that is Shepheard’s. ‘I got to keep them on the floor,’ Slim says, in his slightly manic but very personable way. ‘I got to keep them dancing.’

‘Do you introduce each song like a disc jockey?’
‘No. No time for talkin’. Talkin’ kills the whole scene.’ Slim looks through a peephole at the dancers, studies their reactions to his music like a scientist studying the reactions of animals undergoing an experiment. ‘I start to compile the whole thing together… minute I see them fading away, I change it. My job is to keep all people on the floor,’ he reiterates, sliding records on turntables, looking at ‘his’ dancers, turning knobs, gauging, judging. ‘You got to pick the right moment, the right time. I might even play a bunny hop — if it was the right time! The whole thing is psychic.’

What’s big at Shepheard’s?
‘French songs… The Beatles…mambo… cha cha. This one’s good: “Where Did Our Love Go,” by the Supremes. I know music,’ Slim says, watching his turntables and, like a puppeteer, using his music to control the people dancing out in front.

Shepheard’s at the Drake Hotel, NYC, 1964

THE PEPPERMINT LOUNGE
It all started with the Twist, and the Twist started at the Peppermint lounge. After nearly four years, they’re both still going strong. The place was packed. The twisters were twisting, Sharon Gregg was singing, the Epics were playing, the tape machine was blasting, and I was sitting there wondering where you do an interview in a place that’s never quiet.

In the kitchen, turned out to be where. Among the glasses and the waiters and the sinks, Ralph Saggase told me how it was in those days. Saggase, a former policeman who come out of retirement to try his hand at running a nightclub, showed me a Cholly Knickerbocker column dated Friday, October 6, 1961. Dukes, duchesses, millionaires and just plain movie stars were coming every night, it said, to do the Peppermint’s own dance called the ‘Twist.’

Well, you know how it is with us followers; everybody rushed over to West 45th Street and started twisting. Mr. Saggase thinks it had a lot to do with megatons: ‘People got tired of all that testing, all those megatons.’

Anyway, Hank Ballard wrote a song called ‘The Twist’, Joey Dee played it every night. Chubby Checker recorded it. I needn’t tell you what happened then. The Peppermint Lounge and the Twist set off an explosion all its own. There was a lag for a while, then — Pow! Along came The Beatles who, Mr. Saggase believes, have rejuvenated the whole entertainment industry. Twisting, he thinks, is an egotistical dance. ‘You can have a lot of fun all by yourself.’

I thanked him, squeezed past the waiters, and went back to the Lounge. The dancers were still dancing (today it’s all Frug and Monkey at the Peppermint as everywhere else). Tommy Hunt was singing, the Young Philadelphians were playing, Herkimer Strubbles was monkeying, the audience was clapping, and the noise was deafening. But it looked like fun, so I dropped my pencil and pad and started dancing. As Ralph Saggase says, ‘It takes two to tango, but it only takes one to Twist.’

Featured dancers on the ledge at Trude Heller’s, 1966

TRUDE HELLER’S
Once upon a time there was a woman named Trude Heller, and she had a place in the Village called The Versailles, and it was a bomb. So she turned it into ‘Trude Heller’s,’ put in continuous live twist music, hoisted her house twisters halfway up the walls [one of these paid dancers was pioneering DJ Francis Grasso], and stood back in awe as it took off like a rocket. There’s always something happening at Trude’s. The lights flashing on and off, the bunches of colorful balloons, the smallness of the room, all makes it seem more like a very swinging party than a nightclub. When the Larks aren’t playing, the Jimmy Castor Quartet is. Trude’s is where I learned the truth about feet-on-the-floor dancing. I chanced a cha cha, and a girl wearing the sharpest heels in the world stepped on, if not through, my right foot. So even if you get the chance to move your feet, take my advice, don’t.

THE EIGHTH WONDER
If The Eighth Wonder, around the corner from Trude Heller’s, looks something like it there’s a good reason; Trude’s son Joel owns it. I stopped in early to talk to him before the noise started (having learned my lesson at the Peppermint Lounge), but there was a group onstage auditioning so we had to vell anyway. After the group had plugged themselves in (‘Meet the arranger: Con Edison. They get ten per cent’), Joel shouted to me across the tiny table, ‘I come from the Nina Simone, Count Basie school, and I always looked down on this kind of music! But it gets to you after a while!’

‘Do you dance yourself?’ I screamed.
‘Yes! I’m basically shy, but this kind of dancing makes you lose your inhibitions. It turns you on. They’re things anybody can do. You just look at somebody and get up and pretty soon you’ve got it. And if you don’t, so what? Nobody cares.’

Who’s dancing at Trude’s and the Eighth Wonder?
Everybody, says Joel Heller. Models, socialites, college kids, young people, old people. ‘The older ones come to watch and end up dancing. One night we had a woman here about seventy. Maybe eighty. She didn’t even look like she could walk! But she got up and started dancing.’

The auditioning band left and the regular band, the Starlights, came on. The house dancers jumped up on their little boxes and started doing the Frug. ‘See that girl?’ Joel said, pointing. ‘She’s putting herself through medical school by dancing here.’ The dancers are to inspire customers and for entertainment. If they start getting too intricate, Heller makes them simplify their dancing so as not to discourage the customers.

At that point somebody asked me to dance. He didn’t dance like me, and I didn’t dance like him, but as I say, it doesn’t make the slightest difference. There’s another clue to dancing’s new popularity; the number of possible partners has multiplied by the thousands.

Snapshots from the Gold Bug, © Michael Ochs, 1964

THE GOLD BUG
A few blocks further downtown, on West 3rd Street, one discovers the Gold Bug, the only club in New York City with dancing plus a big rock ‘n’ roll show every weekend. Bob Santo Pietro, a former dealer in Las Vegas, took the club over from his father not long ago.

‘First we had jazz,’ the 25-year-old Santo Pietro says, ‘And it died. Oh, did it die. Besides, I hate jazz with such a passion I had to leave every time they started to play. I used to feel like I was in the Twilight Zone. You know what? They never played the same song the same way twice!’ (The jazz, needless to say, had been his father’s idea.) ‘I figured it was my place, I’d do what I want. I put in rock n roll, and it was packed from the first night. They do the Monkey, the Frug, the Hully Gully, the Dog…. They’re still Twisting… the Swim…’ Mike Scott and the Nightriders play for dancing; on weekends Santo Pietro presents such stars as The Bobettes, the Ronettes, little Anthony, Ruby and the Romantics. ‘Strictly top selling acts, million sellers.’ Everybody from celebrities to tourists come to the Gold Bug, but Santo Pietro has a special place in his heart for teenagers, and the crowd there is the youngest of any place I visited.

L’INTERDIT
L’Interdit is another of the three or four true discotheques in New York City. Like the others, it was inspired by the discotheques the Jet Set saw in Paris three or four years ago. A private club, L’Interdit is not the sort of place one could just stop in at on a short visit to New York, since you have to make application for membership first. The atmosphere is truly European: small, dimly lit, intimate. Orell Gaynor and Annette Clark, the disco-technicians, play a great many French and Italian records, plus the Beatles and Trini Lopez. Sometimes records are discovered by far-roving socialites who bring them back for Orell and Annette to play, perhaps for the first time anywhere in this country.

Annette Clark, one of America‘s earliest club DJs, or ‘discaires’, who played at the exclusive L‘Interdit in 1965
Vogue called L’Interdit a ‘New York discothèque with Paris boite manners.’

At L’Interdit all the men are handsome and all the girls are pretty. Incidentally, I saw more real discotheque dresses here than anywhere (discotheque dress: a dress that, the first thing a girl does when she puts it on, is wiggle). Everybody you ever wanted to be belongs to L’Interdit, and Robert, the charming, handsome European manager, is groovy too.

The champion dancer of New York is Killer Joe Piro, so one bright day I hustled over to his dance studio on West 55th Street to see what the master had to say.

Killer Joe sits behind what looks like a bar but is actually a desk. Several lithe young men hovered around, and behind closed doors a Frug played over and over. I hopped on a bar stool and asked Killer Joe how come everybody’s doing the frug.

‘The twist caused the explosion. It’s not new, you know. Cab Calloway was doing it thirty-five years ago. But all of a sudden everybody discovered they have a bottom.’

‘Sound is most important. The sound makes you move. The boys are happy because they’re not touching the girls — boys are scared of girls, did you know that?’ (I didn’t) ‘The girls don’t care as long as they’re dancing. And what the kids do, the parents do. The trend is to youth. The youngsters are running the country!’

The phone rang, and while Killer Joe was talking, one of his assistants came over and gave me a quick dancing lesson ‘We call this contra-body motion,’ he said, doing the frug as taught at Killer Joe’s. ‘It’s just like you walk — the arms swinging just the opposite of the feet.’

Killer Joe, off the phone now, said, ‘The dances start in the Negro sections and on the Coast. I learn them in Harlem, or St. Louis. And whenever a new sound comes out, I see what my kids are doing. They’re the ones that know what’s happening.’

The Killer cited space — or rather the lack of it — as a major reason for stationary dancing. He also said, ‘When wars break out we dance together… between wars we dance a part.’

‘Anything else?’ I asked.

‘Yes. Everybody should learn the fox trot. It’s our national dance.’

I thanked him, slid off my stool, and took my leave. I never did see Killer Joe dance.

Here are some other comments I’ve heard about the new sound and the new dancing. An older friend — who doesn’t like it — says, ‘They’re not doing anything, they weren’t doing anything before, but at least they were doing it together.’ Another: ‘You used to touch a girl once in a while — now you just send signals.’ But the teenagers at the Gold Bug say, ‘It makes you swing. It makes you happy.’

Everybody’s got something to say about the Frug-Watusi-Twist-Monkey Craze, that’s for sure.

Me? I just think we should all turn on some music — and dance. It’s like Slim Hyatt says:

Talkin’ kills the whole scene.

Men in sheds invent the British DJ

Men in sheds invent the British DJ

In the aftermath of the Second World War, hobbyists and tinkerers set to work stitching together the equipment for mobile DJing. One of these ‘men in sheds’ was Boston’s Ron Diggins, creator and controller of the wonderful Diggola.

In the wilds of Lincolnshire a 2008 auction of ’40s and ’50s DJing equipment sheds light on the career of a pioneering post-war disc jockey, one of the very first mobile DJs. Monster wooden consoles, ancient Bakelite gear and big clunking wind-up double decks, strictly for 78s. The equipment belongs to Boston hero Ron Diggins, who died in 2007, having started DJing in 1947 and enjoying a career spanning 50 years.

It was the notorious Jimmy Savile who revolutionised British nightlife by spearheading the Mecca organisation’s move from dance bands to DJs at the end of the ’50s. But in the austere post-war years leading up to this, Savile was certainly not alone in realising the mass entertainment potential of recorded music.

“We couldn‘t get plywood in those days, so soon after the war. So I had to make it out of coffin boards.”

Ron Diggins was a professional radio engineer with a business providing public address systems. ‘I‘d been playing background music and doing voiceovers out the back of my van at school sports days and the like,’ he told the Boston Standard. ‘It was nothing to do with dancing – that was the last thing on my mind.’ But in September 1947, the farm girls from the Swineshead Land Army decided Ron’s gear could be put to better use: ‘They were passing the office, saw the van and came in to ask if it could be used for dancing. They were having a harvest supper with some of the Italian POWs. Well, I’d never thought of it before, but I didn’t want to lose the booking – so I said I’d give it a go.’

Ron’s waltz and quick-step 78s proved wildly popular, no doubt because his record selections gave audiences slightly grander music than they were used to. ‘When I started out, the ordinary village halls danced to live piano and drums – that’s all. If it was something extra special, they’d have a violin as well.’

In 1949 he built his famous ‘Diggola’ a wonderful art deco mobile DJ booth modelled on the bandstands of the jazz era. The first of six, it came complete with double decks for 78s, a home-made mixer, lights, microphone, amplifier and ten speakers. ‘It took me about six weeks to build the first Diggola. We couldn’t get plywood in those days, so soon after the war. So I had to make it out of coffin boards.’

Diggins was not alone in his pioneering efforts. In his Radio 4 documentary ‘The Other Mobiles’ Chris Eldon Lee tracked down a series of DJs operating in the 1940s and ’50s, including Bertrand Thorpe, who as far back as 1941 was rocking the crowds with his 30-watt amplifier. Bert recalls how he’d stand with his back to the audience flicking three 40-watt light bulbs on and off in time to the music.

In the ’50s Ron Diggins’ fame had spread so widely around south Lincolnshire that he had to hire two other DJs to keep up with his bookings. His success angered the Musicians’ Union, who used their clout to prevent him playing larger venues. So sadly, though he’d set his heart on it, Ron never played Boston’s Gliderdrome. He retired in 1995 after playing around 20,000 parties. The most he ever charged was £50.

‘I’ve invented nothing,’ he insisted on his 90th birthday. ‘I put the same things to a different use, that’s all.’ Frank Broughton

© Bill Brewster & Frank Broughton

Thanks to The Boston Standard, Chris Eldon-Lee and Eleys Auctions