Boogie, groove, polyester

Thank you for the grooves Mr White, hope you are lighting up the sky with your moves


Smells like a one off disco hit

I have tragic taste in music, if a song smells like a bad 70s or 80s hit I will be up on the dance floor from the opening bars. And I don’t mind a ballad that I can murder all alone in the car late at night singing along to a gut-wrenching radio station playing hits for the lovelorn either. In honour of One Hit Wonder Day I present you with my favourites (in no particular order):

The Knack – My Sharona
I’m Too Sexy – Right Said Fred
Eye Of The Tiger – Survivor
Don’t Worry Be Happy – Bobby McFerrin
99 Luftballons – Nena (the German version)
You Get What You Give – The New Radicals
Only For Sheep – The Bureau
Black Betty – Ram Jam
Feelings – Morris Albert
All By Myself – Eric Carmen
Farewell Aunty Jack – Graeme Bond
Ice Ice Baby – Vanilla Ice – thank you for bringing ‘Running Man’ to the masses
Video Killed The Radio Star – The Buggles
Play That Funky Music – Wild Cherry
Benny Hill – Ernie (The Fastest Milkman In The West)
It’s Raining Men – The Weather Girls
Because I Got High – Afroman
Teenage Dirtbag – Wheatus
Rose Garden – Lynn Anderson
Young Hearts Run Free – Candi Staton
Baby Got Back – Sir Mix A Lot
They Wont Let My Girlfriend Talk To Me – Jimmy and The Boys
Lay Your Love On Me – Racey


I hope you’re dancing

Robin Gibb died today. The boogie of the Bee Gees was a big part of my childhood. I loved their tight, white pants, their blow dried hair and their harmonies. So many musicians who were a shining part of my youth have died in the last few weeks and I want to say thank you for the music that kept me dancing and kept me sane. Thank you Robin Gibb for your beautiful voice, it will live on.

 

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I’m a woman’s man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm.
I’ve been kicked around since I was born.
And now it’s all right, it’s OK.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times’ effect on man.

Whether you’re a brother
Or whether you’re a mother,
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.