Disco, what the hell was that all about ? It was about getting laid
Remember Disco ? What the hell was really going on with that ? I guess if You danced it was OK, the cloths sucked. Nothing can be worse than polyester. The hair on your legs would stand up in a pair of polyester pants no matter how big the bells.
My fondest memories of Disco besides the day it went away ? It was where then Hot babes went, to the local Disco. OK, so some had the stupidest hair styles, the ones with the flip wings for bangs and did nothing with the back of their heads. But than like a shiny hood on Your first ride, as long as it shined who cares about the trunk.
Personally My dance career lasted about, Hmmmmm 25 seconds. I got talked into getting up and dancing by this little blond cutie. I got on the dance floor and started flailing my arms and moving My feet and realized 20 seconds into the song that I could not dance, had no rhythm, was to self conscience and must look totally shit all stupid. The other 5 seconds is what it took to get out of Her grip. I don’t if it was My bad ass dance moves or the cool cuffed corduroy big bells but she followed me off the dance floor and shared the rest of the summer of 1976 with me. So who said Disco guys couldn’t get laid? But than even a hard core “Rock n Roller” like Me knew what had to be done in order to meet “Hot Chicks” !!
Disco balls and the Hustle might have been cool to some but nothing could beat a good Led Zeppelin 8 track.
