Pink House. 130 North Street. Back In The Day.
Fellow residents from the 1991-94 years were Clint Curtis, Shyam Patel, Raj Krishnasami, Lydia Craft, Jess Deltac, Kyle York Spencer, Caroline Rivers Hall, Mel Lanham, Michelle Sinnott, Jay Murray, N'Gai Wright, Scott Bullock (who crashed on the couch for a year before finally moving in), Bryan Ellerson, Karen Hurka, Sally Stryker, Ryan Mathias, Charlie Speight, Chris Palmatier, Trent McDevitt, and Steve William.

Besides holdovers and returnees Jay, Scott, Mel (& Laverne!), Chris, and N'Gai, residents during 1995-97 included Ian Williams, Greg Humphreys, Allen Sellars (who, like Jay, lived at both the Pink House and 401 Pritchard), Zak Bisacky, James Dasher, Linden Elstran, Jiffer Bourguignon, Grant Tennille (who first made the scene as a fixture in N'Gai's room circa summer '93), Zia Zareem, Ben Folds, Tom Holden, and Chris "Chip" Chapman.
- Erik Ose
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Sunday, July 9, 2000
The Lost City
My other Lost City business partners over the years included Uzoma Nwosu (Uzi), Bill Berzinskas (Billie Blaze) and John Lomanto, and Bryan Boggs, aka DJ Sploo. In 1999, Lost City moved across the street to a spacious, one-story house with a lot of character at 402 W. Rosemary Street, where it remained until we closed our doors on October 31, 2003.
Many friends visited the store while our doors were open. Sometimes a camera was around, more often not, because I had a business to run! But here are a few shots of Pink House denizens at the Lost City.
(Jay swung through to shop for the latest fashions on 7/9/00, Matthew Dan Stewart came all the way from San Francisco on 4/22/01, and Jenny taught her niece Kelly how to play Tron on 2/24/02).
Monday, April 27, 1998
Anyone can be a raver!
Sender: Quynh Tran
Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1998 16:51:21 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: Rave story (fwd)Hey Erik,
This is the story, sorry I couldn't have mailed it to you sooner but unbeknownst to me, it's DTH policy that we don't email our stories out before they're approved by our editors and that's when they're about to be printed. I hope this does some justice to the material and if you have any questions or comments...including complaints, feel free to get back to me. Feedback, no matter how good or bad is always useful. Again, thank you so much for all your help. I now feel a little less clueless as a result of our chat.
-Quynh
933-3294
Daily Tar Heel, 4/27/98
by Quynh Tran
Staff Writer
When most people think of a rave scene, Chapel Hill is not the first place to come to mind.
Though most think of big cities and underground music, Chapel Hill has played host to a happening rave scene for the past six years.
"There is a rave scene no matter where you go," said Erik Ose, co-owner of the Lost City Music and Video store on Franklin Street. "As long as you have people who enjoy the music, you've got a rave scene."
The scene in Chapel Hill began with small private parties thrown at houses and apartments, which accommodated 100 to 200 people.
As popularity grew, so did the parties which can now be found all around the state at dance clubs, music halls and occasionally warehouses where attendance can mushroom well beyond 3,000.
The type of music found at raves go beyond the better known techno sounds of Prodigy and the Chemical Brothers.
Most raves encompass a broad range of underground music such as jungle, drum'n'bass, hip-hop, house and happy hardcore.
Happy hardcore is a high energy blend of straight and happy beats with a break and back beat behind it, described Uzi, Ose's business partner at the Lost City Music and Video.
Accompanying the music are themes which heighten the body-groovin experience of every party, said a frequent raver.
From names like Tunnel Vision, Neutronik, Sunshine Beats and Afrika Bambaataa, party goers get an idea of what to expect before buying tickets at prices ranging from $5 to $35.
"At the bigger parties, you can find something like six rooms with six separate themes all playing different kinds of music," said Thomas Khanz, a 19 year-old raver from Carrboro.
The featured DJs are also a big, if not the main attraction to most parties.
"People go for the DJ's, that's how you know if it's going to be good or not," said Brian Williamson, a 17 year-old from Raleigh.
Artists such as Steven Mccreery, DJ Sandy, Terry Mullen and Brownie are a few of the popular DJ's who draw big crowds due to their unique mixes and solid reputations in the scene.
Along with the slammin' beats the DJ's provide, it is common for party goers to find eye-catching advertisements for upcoming events, free mix tapes, t-shirts, candy and smiling faces which often accompany friendly hugs.
"I recently went to (a rave) at the Cat's Cradle called the Vegan Vibe where they were handing out fruit to promote veganism," said UNC sophomore Stephanie Crane, a psychology major from Charlotte.
Contrary to popular belief, the rave scene is not about rampant drug use and out of control teens jumping to loud chaotic music.
"You can find drugs anywhere and I'm sure there are people who go to raves looking for a fix," Khanz said. "The scene is really more for feeding off of everyone's positive vibes and forgetting about the past week's problems."
Many parties have age specifications requiring 18 and older, but others are all-age parties where drinking laws are enforced.
"It's just like a typical club where you have to be carded and wear bands if you're under-age," Crane said. "(Drinking) is generally less than what you would find at the other clubs."
Unlike regular dance clubs which begin at 8 p.m. and close by 2 a.m., most raves open their doors at 9 p.m. and don't wind down until 6 a.m. or after depending on the party's energy level.
"Anyone can be a raver as long as you're into the music and develop an understanding of PLUR" (an acronym for peace, love, understanding and respect), Ose said.
When asked for his thoughts regarding the rave scene in Chapel Hill, Uzi said, "It's exciting to see the scene growing."
Khanz added, "You don't normally find the really big parties in Chapel Hill. You need to go to places like Greensboro, Winston-Salem or big cities like Atlanta to find the really big crowds."
Raves have gotten so popular in recent years that it is no longer uncommon to find people traveling across the country to attend them.
One such party which attracts people from the east coast is Beyond, a rave held 2 to 3 times a year at the Millennium Center in Winston-Salem.
The Beyond parties are the biggest in the state with around 4,000 people, Ose said.
Sometimes raves mean more than just crowded dance parties. As a member of Rebate, a non-profit organization which emphasizes education in technology, Uzi is doing his part to stimulate more growth by exposing others to the scene for a good cause.
"We're throwing a party May 1 on the parking deck on Rosemary Street," he said. "It's a free event but donations can be made to raise money to provide underprivileged children with computers."
But most ravers agree the parties are just a great way to have fun.
"If you want to experience a great time without pressure for sex or even drugs, rave parties are really great for that," said Khanz. "You can be whoever you want to be and have an awesome time doing it."
Wednesday, July 30, 1997
Our underground lounge has totally taken off!
Y'know, I called Lynell's house and left you two messages the day that you were in town last weekend. Or was that two weekends ago. Anyway, I was hoping you'd get to come by and see our store! Lost City Music & Video. The myth. The spot. The speakeasy. No, I'm just kidding. It has not become a speakeasy! When was the last time I updated you on the ascent of the Lost City into the ranks of Chapel Hill's most revered institutions? Well, the Visitors Center isn't giving guided tours of our place yet, but we're getting there.
Here's a short discourse. Don't you love technology? I love technology. No, in reality, I don't, I really am a Luddite who would blow up all the computers if I could, smash all the machines. Except maybe for the ones that keep the air conditioning running. And the refrigerators. And the record players. Hmm. I guess I should really spend some time getting my exact brand of post-Ludditism a little more on point.
Do I sound a little out there in this message so far? It may be that I'm in a contemplative mood about life in general, seeing as how Jenny just finished taking the bar tonight and movers will be arriving in two days to pack her off to her new life as a budding corporate lawyer. Wow. At this stage, although you and I both know it would be great if Jenny and I get back together at some point, right now I'm not even going to think about that future, just try to take things as they come.
Business at the store is slamming right along. I can't wait for the school year to start, when we'll be the only video store within walking distance of campus. And our underground lounge has totally taken off! Lately, we're more than meeting our goal of netting $150 every time we run it (which is every week, on alternating Thursdays and Saturdays), with a consistent crowd of 75+ turning out. The place is small, so it would be jammed tight if any more than 100 heads showed up at once. We're only charging $3 now, so $5 once the students get back in three weeks will be completely justified.
We've had lots of local hip-hop MC's with mad skills perform already. We've also been having a steady stream of very regionally prominent house and techno DJ's agree to spin for free, just because they like the space, the community feel of the vibe, and the positive attitudes of the crowds that are coming out. Like two of the DJ's who have spun for us already are going to be playing with Goldie (the world famous DJ from the UK) on the Atlanta stop of the Metalheadz (a British jungle label) tour in October, which will be the most prestigious drum & bass event in the US this year.
So. Hope all is well with you. I'm waiting for an update. Where are you this summer, anyway, and what are you doing? Are you in DC? The Bay Area? Charlotte? I'm betting DC, and I'm pretty sure you're still alive, but how would I know for sure beyond one cryptic message on my answering machine at nine am on a recent Saturday morning? Send me e-mail. Enquiring minds want to know the real deal.
(e-mail to C-line)
Tuesday, July 29, 1997
Consequences of the Pink House implosion
Anyway, this development has several consequences. First off, N'Gai, who moved back into the Pink House last summer, and was living in your old room (you knew that, I think), is moving in with me at my swanky suburban pad.
Jenny, of course, is moving to Greensboro where she'll be working at a job with a corporate law firm. I think Jenny and I are both kind of like, well, let's see what happens with the relationship after we put some space between us.
Until then, I'm ready to be a bachelor again. N'Gai, already being a bachelor, is more than psyched to start things swinging. Nightlife is picking up in town lately, too, especially because I'm throwing lounge nights once a week at the record & video store that Lem and I opened in April. It's like the second coming of Club Zen, and we're in charge! Word.
Did I tell you about having opened a store, Lost City Music & Video? Lem and I are partners, and Uzi is sort of our third partner because he's selling records there. You knew Uzi, right? The phone number there is (919) 933-LOST. We rent weird videos, sell underground hip-hop, house & techno vinyl & CD's, carry funky clothes, accessories and underground comic books, and display art.
It's great, because it's not only the funkiest, coolest looking place in town during the daytime (I'm serious, we're totally rocking it!), but the space is flexible enough to completely convert into a laid back, chill little dimly lit lounge where we have live hip-hop MC's and underground electronic and house DJ's come to perform until 3 or 4 in the morning, on alternating Thursdays and Saturdays. We charge a $3 cover, and lately turnout has been a solid 60-75 heads, which is about all the place can frigging hold!
O.k., more consequences of the Pink House implosion. Jay Murray is being forced to move out. He's hating it. He is moving in with a friend of his named Gerald, who lives in some undisclosed location "off Airport Road."
Ian Williams is finally leaving Chapel Hill! Talk about the end of an era. I guess he finally got tired of trying to live the undergraduate social life while working at being a serious writer. He is a good writer, and I genuinely like him as a person. He's just very cynical and needs to find a more positive vibe. He's moving to San Fran, where I'm sure he'll find a thirty-something bohemian social scene that he'll feel right at home in and be much happier. As long as he can also find some guys to play basketball with him.
I went over there the other day looking for N'Gai, and lo and behold, not only was nobody home who lived there, but who was standing in the hallway gabbing on the phone? Jess Deltac. She was just passing through town and stopped in to see who was around. She showed me her portfolio, and it was clear that she's been hard at work on some amazing art. I was like, whoa! Talk about a six year time warp. That's how long it's been, can you believe it? It was exactly six years ago this week that you guys must have gotten back to Chapel Hill and moved into the place. Wow.
- e-mail to Lydia
Monday, June 16, 1997
It's been a time warp
Other news: Our mutual friend Mr. N'Gai Wright is moving into the Tree House with me come August 1. Until now, N'Gai's been living in your old room, which is currently painted in weird shades of yellow and red.
The Pink House kids have lost their lease for next year! Everyone's getting evicted! Talk about the end of an era. Oh well, you wouldn't believe what a shithole the place has deteriorated into. But it's been so strange - Kyle Spencer moved to Raleigh when she got a job with the News and Observer, and she's been at every party they've had there this past spring. With her, Jay, N'Gai, and myself in the same room at a party, surrounded by characters like Ian Williams, Scott Bullock, Lindsay Bowen, and Greg Humphreys, it's been a fucking time warp.
- e-mail to Lydia
Wednesday, July 15, 1992
Pink House circa Summer of '92
So that's the sort of things that have been occupying my time for the past few weeks. Mark, I have not yet gotten involved with any voter registration campaign...in fact, I haven't even been in touch with Kate Lowenstein since I've been back in town. I think I'll call her tomorrow. Caroline, you would never guess who I saw tonight...Alec Guettel! He was drinking beer with me and about twenty other National SEAC people in the Forest Theatre. He's been living in New York and working with SEAC, but this summer marks the end of his involvement for right now. Isn't that sad to think about, in a way? Seeing him brought back lots of old memories of what it was like for all of us, you, me and Mark, when we were just becoming involved with SEAC our freshman year. There's a National Council meeting going on this week, and many people are in town for it. Many of them are also sleeping in our living room downstairs, right now.
Joe Herzenberg called me on the phone today, and I ran into my friend Termain Kyles outside the TEP house this evening, and Deidre, of all people, came by this morning with my housemate Lydia to wake me up, and SEAC people like Eric Odell, Ernesto Guzman, and Todd Thomas were dropping by the house, all of whom I haven't seen in a couple months.
Ernesto & Todd, Spring '92
Last night I heard Uzoma Nwosu (you know Uzi, right?) on air doing his hip-hop/dance show on WXYC, so I called him up at the station and we're going to get together this week. Plus, on this past Tuesday night Lydia and I went to the Cradle to see Arrested Development, the Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy, and Me Phi Me perform. Finis Dunaway was there, among a cast of hundreds. Preston and Richard are around, working at the Varsity, haunting Franklin Street and Papagayo's. We've discovered a swimming pool that's at Northampton Terraces, just two apartment complexes behind North Street. It's the new Pink House pool...we go there to swim every day. See, these are all just some of the things that make me happy to be in Chapel Hill again.
- Letter to Caroline (& Mark Chilton) in Kenya








