DEAR SHOOM... Thank you, thank you, thank you for creating the happiest club ever. Lots of love and smiles, Julie. ...The Shoom is not a club; Heaven is a club; Delirium was a club, even Stringfellows is a club. Shoom is part of our lives... the only part of my life and I mean that. Danny and Jenni, I want to say thanks for the best part of life; Morris.
Maybe Julie and Morris aren’t the types who, over their mid-morning coffee, plan long and involved letters to the Times on the current state of the metaphor, but in terms of a retrospective for London’s year in House Music, that’s a consideration of little significance, You can bet that the likes of these two letters – pulled at random from Danny and Jenni Rampling’s Shoom postbag – aren’t piling up on the doormats of the Hippodrome, Limelight or even the Fridge. Yet the fact that events like Shoom, Hedonism, Confusion or RIP (Rave In Peace), not so much clubs as parties, are changing the lives of a thousand Julies and a thousand Morrises is significant.
Thanks to clubs like these, to DJs like Mark Moore, Eddie Richards and Colin Faver, pioneering spirits who were promoting House as far back as ’85, 1988 is the celebration of that moment of intangible joy, dance – where any critical worth resides not in the word, but a beat capable of transforming people, a musical texture that adds significance to life, ‘Getting right on one’ (to coin a phrase) was never so easy; House has merely brought the subject out of the closet.