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The Furby Jacket.
Dark Figure Of The Night
Jeff Mills: [In the Sixties and Seventies, science fiction] was everywhere. NASA was active at that time. There had been a few really successful movies like 2001. It was an industry that was very much embedded into the American psyche, or already ingrained.”
RA: Do you think all that sci-fi stuff had an element of escapism that was particularly appealing to the situation of growing up in Detroit?
Mills: I think it was pretty much all over the country. I found an encyclopedia of science fiction writers from pulp fiction all the way to comics. [It said] where the people were from. If you look at that you see that it was very much in the Midwest, a few on the West Coast, of course—in San Francisco, northern California. Many in New Jersey, many in New York; some in Boston; and a few spread out in other places. Some were women disguising themselves as men so they could get their stories published. America has a very interesting background for fantasy/science fiction writing. These weren’t their primary jobs. They were accountants; they were waitresses; they were people from all sectors of the workforce. They had the opportunity to write these stories because this is what they felt they were contributing to in terms of the future, I suppose. This has been going on for quite some time. If you go back and look at the history of science fiction writing, it’s been a hundred years of constant accumulation of writings about and projections about the future and space and humans’ relationship to it. By the Sixties and Seventies it had really been manifesting in Americans. Most of these magazines and periodicals were read while people were catching the train, or in transit in cities—big hubs like Chicago had a large amount of readers. Detroit also was a big hub for trains and that type of rail travel. Those places had the most active readers, which could explain why comics are so popular in Chicago. There’s a very strong connection between this genre and our American societies. — RA Exchange: EX.192 Jeff Mills (Resident Advisor)
R.I.P. Frankie Knuckles, for Rolling Stone.
The event’s final rave party, slated to take place Sunday night, was aborted. ‘They should have had the rave so we could use up all our energy,’ said Steve Blackwell, 25, of Ocean City, Md., as he sat on the ground and watched the drummers. ‘Look at this. This is the people’s concert.’ — Alona Wartofsky, “Woodstock ‘99 Goes Up in Smoke” (Washington Post, July 27, 1999, p. A1)