Barely Stayin' Alive
I may have been abducted by aliens during most of the 70's. I have long suspected that, for the first six or seven years of that decade, I was on some extraterrestrial spacecraft and that I only managed to get back during Spielberg's showing of Close Encounters Of The Third Kind. I returned just in time to stumble into the world of disco, which reached its peak when Saturday Night Fever was released in 1977.
Now, I was never a disco dancer. I must have been too bewildered from my extraterrestrial adventures to figure out what all the commotion was about, although, I must tell you, the first time I saw a disco ball, well, something clicked, something connected in my mind. I can't say anything more about that, because I think part of my memory was excised somewhere south-west of Andromeda. I do suspect, however, that the spaceship, the one in which I was abducted, may have had the outer appearance of a disco ball.
Of course, all this is not to say that I couldn't have been a fabulous disco dancer. I could have, I'm sure. I have great hips that can swivel hither and yon. I have great dexterity. I have had great hair, and I could have easily had it coiffed into a mullet like John Travolta. I can point my fingers in two different directions at the same time, while cocking my knee and making a very, very sexy pout. I could and did wear classy, expensive suits, with a vest ... even had a white one. I too loved Olivia Newton John, with her pert little nose, not to mention all her dirty secrets of unbridled passion.
I had all the tools, but I missed all the hubbub of the disco cultural phenomenon. I just wasn't "there." I must have been "spaced out," a technical term describing people who return from outer space adventures. The truth is that I might as well have been holed up in a fall-out shelter or drifting miles above the Earth in a zeppelin, uh, make that a Led Zeppelin with possibly a side order of Pink Floyd.
Don't you wish we could have the disco days back? Just so I could shake my tush a bit, maybe make a video, and post it on YouTube? Here, let me try ...
... oh crap, anyone got some Bengay?
I may have been abducted by aliens during most of the 70's. I have long suspected that, for the first six or seven years of that decade, I was on some extraterrestrial spacecraft and that I only managed to get back during Spielberg's showing of Close Encounters Of The Third Kind. I returned just in time to stumble into the world of disco, which reached its peak when Saturday Night Fever was released in 1977.
Now, I was never a disco dancer. I must have been too bewildered from my extraterrestrial adventures to figure out what all the commotion was about, although, I must tell you, the first time I saw a disco ball, well, something clicked, something connected in my mind. I can't say anything more about that, because I think part of my memory was excised somewhere south-west of Andromeda. I do suspect, however, that the spaceship, the one in which I was abducted, may have had the outer appearance of a disco ball.
Of course, all this is not to say that I couldn't have been a fabulous disco dancer. I could have, I'm sure. I have great hips that can swivel hither and yon. I have great dexterity. I have had great hair, and I could have easily had it coiffed into a mullet like John Travolta. I can point my fingers in two different directions at the same time, while cocking my knee and making a very, very sexy pout. I could and did wear classy, expensive suits, with a vest ... even had a white one. I too loved Olivia Newton John, with her pert little nose, not to mention all her dirty secrets of unbridled passion.
I had all the tools, but I missed all the hubbub of the disco cultural phenomenon. I just wasn't "there." I must have been "spaced out," a technical term describing people who return from outer space adventures. The truth is that I might as well have been holed up in a fall-out shelter or drifting miles above the Earth in a zeppelin, uh, make that a Led Zeppelin with possibly a side order of Pink Floyd.
Don't you wish we could have the disco days back? Just so I could shake my tush a bit, maybe make a video, and post it on YouTube? Here, let me try ...
... oh crap, anyone got some Bengay?
why yes I do believe I would like to see you shake your tush to a little disco :P
ReplyDelete...although back in the days of disco I was listening to Led Zeppelin and had a bumper sticker that said "Disco Sucks"
Haha ... I was in the car behind you, flashing my lights, but apparently you didn't notice ... ;o}
DeleteYes, disco sucks ... If there is anything I detested more than paisley prints, it was disco and leisure suits. I was in denial, during the 70s. The Beatles had broken up, and it seemed rock was dead. Led Zeppelin was a little too extreme, for me, so I turned to country. I loved the Gatlin Brothers' harmony ... Then, came big hair and grunge, and the world seemed to come full circle.
ReplyDeleteI remember The Beatles breaking up. At the time, I thought it was just a publicity stunt, a "Paul Is Dead" sort of thing. But then Paul brought out McCartney, and I thought that was pretty good. Then I was abducted and I can't remember anything ...
DeleteWhile I was never into the "look" of the disco days (clothes and hair), I must confess to loving the music and learning a few dance moves.
ReplyDeleteThe music certainly had a definite beat to it ...
DeleteWhen the disco era began, those of us who came of age during the days of peace and love, wandered around Yasgurs farm like a cadre of tie-dyed zombies from the Night of the Living Dead, wondering what ever happened to our movement, as we heard the voices of Joan Baez singing The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down or Don McLean singing bye, bye, American Pie--lamenting the passing of yet a previous era--echo in our pot-filled heads.
ReplyDeleteAs we wandered off the field that day, we knew, deep down, the days of the our blessed music and our nights with pachouli-scented hippie girls was over, to be replace by what was to be the mediocrity, kitsch and schlock of a generation of shallow music and even shallower disco dancers.
~Manfred
"the days of the our blessed music and our nights with pachouli-scented hippie girls"
DeleteMmm ... I remember those days with great fondness and something of an aching heart ...
hehehe great dance... enjoy to watch your video...
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