Waltpaper, I LOVE your description of those chaotic club kid days and your comparison of Club USA with Woodstock. Looking back, it DID somehow seem like the beginning of the end, like those infamous, hell-raising Jazz era parties in 1929 just before the Stock Market Crash. I remember being in the main room one night when an army of club kids marched out on stage from behind the curtain like an unstoppable, all-conquering nightmarish armada, painted monstrosities in giant platform boots destroying everything in their path and spiraling out of control. It was glorious and very Last Days of Pompeii.