Little known to many, long before the dirty womp infected his brain, it was Mr. Streets’ introduction to – and love affair with – the disco sound that saved him from himself…
Following his tour of duty in Vietnam in the late 60’s, Streets, disillusioned and alone, his Technicolor American dream shattered, drifted from city to city, making and breaking friendships in days over the most trivial matters such as, “Who the f$#@ got into my Choco Crunch!?” Eventually he made for the NYC where he found himself at home among the gay, black and Latino communities. It was here that he first encountered what was later to be popularly defined as ‘disco.’
“I’ll never forget it,” he once said. “Had I not accepted my friend’s invitation to check out this joint called the ‘Paradise Garage,’ my life wouldn’t have been the same, man. That first night I felt like I was rising to a higher state of consciousness. We were all one.” Mr. Streets has kept on rising ever since.