
Originally Posted by
roobarb
You know what In, one day I was in grade 12 and 13 (which was called CEGEP in Montreal) trying to be a tail end hippy with 3 pony-tails, faded jeans with patches, vests, and BANG polyester hit. I mean I really enjoyed Beach Boys in Amsterdam, Maria Muldaur, Neil Young (only love can break your heart), the Eagles, Van Morrison, Fleetwood Mac, Derek and the Dominoes, and WHAP suddenly its BG's, Donna Summer, and everyone is John Travolta.
My father's barber was so proud he went to a special course on disco hair cuts he insisted on giving me one for a summer job. So I had to go from Mr. Pony-tails to this soup bowl where they would blow dry your hair with a brush and make it all puffy and round.
No wonder I am mental. Think about it. You guys who had to grow up on disco were seriously injured. How can anyone be normal listening to the BeeGees. Did it not sound like someone was squeezing Mr. Gibb's testacles when he sang? I mean at least the punk after that and the grunge was a bit more edgy. Disco. Man I admit I had a white suit. I did . In those days being Italian ruled cause of Travolta. Thank got Black America stepped in and funkasized everything and people like James Brown were around to save caucasians from thinking the Bee Gees were soul.
I took solace with Al Green, Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder, BB King even though I was hopelessly caucasian and thought the disco thing was sufficient to constitute hip movement. I did ask black people to help me with the anglo seizure dancing but they told me they could not help and I should just get over it and listen to country music. They tried but you can only do so much with someone who grew up in a country where Tommy Hunter was touted as a music genius. (that's an inside Canadian joke) Oy. Well I did like Elton John I admit that. That's pretty bad to admit in public.
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