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Cool “Disco†Dan is a Washington, D.C., legend, a symbol of survival of the city’s most difficult years. It was a graffiti nickname, written in marker and spray paint throughout Washington, D.C., clear and legible, never fancy. Any resident of Washington, whether young or old, stick-up kid or congressman, couldn’t help but be intrigued by its omnipresence. Who was this Cool “Disco†Dan? Cool “Disco†Dan is an anomaly: He lived in the crack-ridden Washington, D.C., —yet he never took or sold drugs. He witnessed at short range the spiraling street violence of the late ‘80s and early ‘90s that earned D.C. the dubious title of America’s “Murder Capital.â€
Graffiti was really where Dan wanted to make his mark. He saw his heroes writing their names—such as R.E. Randy and Sir Nose 84—and wanted to be among them. Gradually, he wrote his name enough to get their attention, and to meet these street legends himself. But Dan took it farther—much farther—than any of them.
By the early ‘90s, Cool “Disco†Dan was D.C.’s biggest underground celebrity after painting his moniker all over the city until it seemed as though no wall, rooftop or street sign had been forgotten. He wrote on every Metro bus, and took his name to every neighborhood, crossing socio-economic boundaries in a way that no other graffiti writer in the city had ever done. He was obsessed with making a name for himself with graffiti street fame.
The soundtrack to the story of Cool “Disco†Dan isn’t disco, but the Go-Go beat, a fusion of funk and hip-hop almost entirely unknown outside of the Beltway. With names like Chuck Brown, E.U., Rare Essence, Trouble Funk, and Dan’s favorites, Class and Ayre Rayde, these Go-Go bands were some of the biggest names in town, yet they stayed local. Their shows were a sweaty, continuous beat, and a place where the Washington, D.C., community came together, both in peace and violence.
Dan is as much a fixture of Washington, D.C., as anyone, and it’s his city. He knows the city like no one else: Even today, he has a better knowledge of D.C.’s streets and back alleys than any cab driver’s, yet he’s never had a driver’s license and has difficulty reading a map. And from the time he was 19 years old, he was homeless—a homeless legend so much a part of his city that his spray-painted name is on permanent display at the Corcoran Gallery of Art.
But most importantly, the legions of his peers who are dead, incarcerated, or utterly adrift show Cool “Disco†Dan for who he truly is: a survivor who made it out alive. And in the process, he became a legend.
