I'm of the vintage where disco was king. And this Theme Thursday is "Mirror"
Oh yeah . . Saturday Night Fever was top of the pops when I was in my late teens, and the disco fever took us all for a good five years. We knew we Should Be Dancin'
We used to go to our local club one Friday a month and dance our little fluffy hair-doo's off. They were the days of constant beats, high pitched voices, schoozhy hairdos, massive earrings, wide belts, platform heels and hair combs with pretty dangly bits of gold. We had dusky eyes and thick lashes, too much blush and luscious lips - 'Pot o Gloss' went everywhere with us, Jean Nate was the splash-on cologne of preference or a little patchouli on the pulse points. Girls went to the loo in bunches, boys minded the handbags. And all the time, that disco ball kept spinning, making our schparkly bits twinkle and pulsing to the beat.
Yep it was raining men beneath that mirror ball. We Turned the Beat Around and did Anything For You. We Had to Have Your Love and occasionally pulled out the Bus Stop and the Hustle. We were Born to Be Alive, we thanked God it was Friday and That's The Way aha aha we liked it! We were Walking on Sunshine and knew it was a Love Thing. And when the night was drawing to a close, disco made us Feel Brand New as we were Slaves to the Rhythm . . . all under the gaze of that shiny disco ball! Can you believe she's 60! Biatch!
The voice, is Steve Lipson, one time Rolling Stone Producer, Trevor Horn, his partner in crime and co-writer of this fab song.
Can't remember how to do it . . .here's a quick lesson: (Sorry Ebs!)