The Paradise Garage was located at 84 King
Street in New York City and was open from 1977 to 1987. Although the concept of
the club started a year earlier 1976 in a space on Read Street , the more well-known
version of the Garage didn't take hold until 1980.
The
Paradise Garage was constructed on the second and third floors of a parking
garage belonging to Bell Telephone, giving the club it's name "Paradise Garage".
The Garage was membership based, meaning unless you were lucky
enough to have a membership card you were not able to get in. The Garage started as a gay only nightclub, but because
of popular demand and financial proliferation, it soon opened its membership to
hetero crowds. Thus Friday nights became "Straight Night" and Saturday night catered
to it original core community. Sundays and special holidays saw a mixing of the
life-styles, which was my favorite gathering. It was a chance to experience a
really energized and eclectic party, something that was not to be missed.
The story of the Paradise Garage could not be told without
telling the story of Larry Levan. Larry was the Quintessential DJ of the 20th
century without argument. You can read about him on any Google search, but I am
going to send you
HERE.
It was because of Larry that the Garage was able to boast a lot of extras that
was unheard of for nightclubs up to this point. The Garage had its own record
label called "Garage Records", it had a house band, "The Peachboys", and the Garage
even won Billboard Awards for best sound system several years in a row.
This next section originally from
Carl's
Garage and House Website
"After 11 years, as the best disco in town, the Paradise
Garage will throw its final party on the September 26th, 1987. Owner Michael Brody
says the club at 84 King Street, New York will close because protests from the
Soho community kept his lease from being renewed. "They don't want a black club
in their neighborhood," says Brody But the relationship between the members-only
club and its patrons was an unusually peaceful one. People didn't come to network
or get laid. Booze wasn't sold, drug use was discrete; the Paradise Garage was
a place to dance. From midnight until 10 a.m. every Friday and Saturday you could
shake your butt and not get harassed by chemically-altered ass holes. To the Blacks,
Latin's, and Gays, who went there each weekend, the Garage was more than sanctuary.
It was church."