‘I think it is always a tremendously good formula in any art form to admit the limitations of the form.’ –Orson Welles
in the beginning there was imp, and imp had a groove. and from this groove came the grooves of all grooves. and while one day viciously throwing down on her box, imp boldly declared, let there be house! and house music was born. i am, you see, i am the creator, and this is my house, and in my house there is only house music. but i am not so selfish, because once you’re into my house it then becomes our house and our house music. and you see, no one man owns house, because house music is a universal language spoken and understood by all. in every house, you understand, there is a keeper and in this house the keeper is imp. now, some of you might wonder, who is imp and what is it that imp does? imp is the one who gives you the power to imp your body. imp is the one who gives you the power to do the snake. imp is the one who gives you the key to the power disco. imp is the one that can bring nations and nations of all impers together under one house. you may be black, you may be white, you may be jew, or gentile. it doesn’t make a difference in our house.
{ Chuck Roberts, My House, 1987, edited by Imp Kerr & Associates, NYC }
