Friday, September 30, 2011

Wax Nostalgic

Just 'cause I miss disco sometimes. And turbans. And female pop singers who could sing live with as much power as recorded.

(Also, I miss donuts.)

By the way, if you're still hanging in there with Project Runway, whose little sewing mice tackled my favorite fashion era last night in typically horrendous . . . fashion . . . then head over to Miss Pam's place. She's taken the snarkin' back over, now that she's back from her jaunt across the pond.


Pam said...

Oooooh, thanks for sharing this! One of my favorite songs ever, disco or not! And what I love most is the LIVE performance and the interaction. She is fantastic. And thanks for snarking!

sparringK9 said...

love this song. i cant survive, cant stay alive.....wonderful. off to pams on a break from shooting glamour shots of cheap jewelry or as the atlanta housewives say "jurry". grrrrhehahaha

Jenny said...

I remember this! I was 17 in 1977. My brother was more punk so there was always some fighting over who got to play what on the stereo.

Off to Pam's also........

Anonymous said...

I should feel young because I don't remember it or her. But it's probably just early-onset senility.
I remember "Heart-of-Glass" and the "big controversary" about the word "ass". That was sort of disco-ish and around 1977, I think.

Anonymous said...


Count yourself lucky. My brother, who owned the home's only stereo and several guns to protect it, had musical tastes at that time that I would describe as...

Anything British and Pretentious...

Roxy Music.
Brian Eno.
People even worse than Brian Eno who try to sound like Brian Eno.

I'd have been happy to hear some disco or punk for some variety.

Karl said...

Good afternoon Moi,

I see you more in Doc Martins than in platform shoes. As disco goes this tune is pretty good.

A good weekend to you guys!

moi said...

Pam: It's been on my iPod for a million years and I never tire of hearing it.

K9: Aw, I been missing them 'lanta Wives! Baybeh, my heart is full of love and desire for jurry!

Boxer: I was disco for 2.5 seconds, then punk for about 3.5, then it was all over and the only thing left to me was New Wave.

Troll: September 1978, was the release of Parallel Lines, so, yeah, same era. You're not old; you just need Moi Pop Musical Instruction.

Troll Part Deaux: My brother and I had separate stereos. He was really into Jimi Hendrix, who I could only appreciate many years later. But I loved Brian Eno and Roxy Music. Still do.

Karl: You are mostly right, although, by the time I was old enough to pay for a fake ID for clubs, punk had morphed into New Wave, so I took most of my sartorial direction from Debbie Harry, Chrissie Hynde, Pat Benatar. Which meant spandex with the Docs. Oy.

Jenny said...

@Troll - did we have the same brother? ELP, Brain Salad Surgery was played until the needle went through the vinyl.

To Moi - New Wave was my sound! ahhhhh. a sweet tonic to the noise that was disco.... even though I did like some of the BEE GEES.

moi said...

Boxer: I had a very brief love affair with disco, due primarily, I think, to Saturday Night Fever. But when I broke it off, it was for good. Only now, in hindsight, can I appreciate it. By the way, and I think I've spoken of this movie before, but one of the best films about this era is Spike Lee's Summer of Sam. See it if you get a chance.

czar said...

@Boxer! 17 in 1977! Me, too.

We've discussed this on a thread long ago, but I lived through the Summer of Sam in the belly of the beast.

Also, to some extent, Saturday Night Fever. Right in the czarist wheelhouse, geographically speaking. I've never seen the movie in its entirety, but the Travolta character works in a hardware store? They used the family store of one of my HS classmates for the set.

I'd click on the link, but it's morning in a hotel room in Greensboro, NC, and the czarina is still asleep. Although she'd appreciate the music far more than I would. Like so much music from my youth, I can only listen to it objectively 30 or 40 years later, when I'm not entirely sick of it.

Brain Salad Surgery and Dark Side of the Moon were the essential stoner albums of the period. With big headphones on. Floating around on YouTube is a video of some Canadian TV show that has Keith Emerson playing a duet with Oscar Peterson. Paraphrasing a line from a favorite novel, when a twentyish daughter is complaining to her beau about how men always gravitate to her equally attractive fortyish mother, "People look at me like I'm a raisin and she's plum pudding." Keith Emerson = raisin. Talented for rock.

czar said...

Back in the bunker and just watched the video. Christ, white people have a hard time even clapping.

moi said...

Czar: I spent Summer of Sam in NYC, too. VERY interesting time. Watching white people respond to the birth of hip hop was also fun.