I was seventeen. Saturday night fever had hit town and I was in the mood for dancing.
I had big hair and a bigger attitude. The world was mine for the taking and I was ‘Staying Alive’ every weekend at Flamingos nightclub. 101 more words
Surely disco must be the cultural phenomenon of the late 20th century to have endured the most precipitous descent from top of the world ubiquity to universal ignominy in the space of a few short years. 1,646 more words