
How the mighty have fallen. I experienced so many firsts here. First time I got up close to a DJ and saw a mix being created. Nitzer Ebb into Run DMC into New Order? It made sense, seriously. First time I heard house music in a club (different DJ, natch). First time–being a few years away from 21–I ordered all the cocktails I had heard of. MFP was a little gay club outside of Gainesville. A mixed night went over well, with the DJs, the music, the hip college kids and their funny haircuts and their disposable income. Then one night a week was two, then three. MFP was part of a healthy electronic music scene that Florida seemed to get a lot sooner than most, and then there was lots of E, and then it all went a bit mad. And then it was 1990. A few years later Middle America caught up.