On the drunk side of midnight, in a stylish Midtown lounge called Union, the dance floor is chaotic, yet benevolent; the DJs, effusive, yet democratic -- laying down beats in a way that's part free-for-all, part group effort. They trade off tag-teaming the decks, passing the turntables around... More >>>
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The sounds of silence: Chris Anderson, Houston's
house godfather, at his Chemistry Records.