Each disc is a yard in diameter.
The Black Party had 40 of these discs in a row lining the balcony of the Roseland Ballroom.
I knew the owner, still do, of the Roseland Black Party Saint-at-Large event, Stephen Pevner. He was one of the folks always there at the end of the dance, grooving to the music on the world’s greatest dance floor.
When I mentioned the appeal of the discs to me he offered them for me to paint. He knew I liked painting things.
I went home with five. Here are four of the five.
Mom on one arm, Dad/Son on the other. Hairy all over.
This is of fella sitting, cigarette in mouth, knees to chest. Four additional figures are indicated behind him.
At the center of an organic peephole is a scene of earth, life, sun, sky.
Fireworks over a summer boardwalk.
Sad news, Roseland was demolished in 2014. Good news, my Impresario friend saved the dance floor from being discarded and has it in storage in a New Jersey warehouse at the present time (9/12/2016). While it’s fate is unknown, it will always be my historic favorite dance floor of all time. Perhaps no floor on earth has had more honest energy and life embued in it than Roseland’s. I definitely contributed my share.