Posted on 07/13/2022 4:08:14 PM PDT by nickcarraway
Best night ever for destroying disco which nearly destroyed rock and roll, they had it coming.
Quesadillas make great frisbees.
The Angels only sold quesadillas at a game once.
They’ll never admit to it, but I’d bet the farm that this ‘promo’ was originally thought up by the gang at ‘WKRP in Cincinnati.’ ;)
“With God as my witness; I thought turkeys could fly!”
I LOVED Disco. I loved everything about the songs and the artists. I STILL listen to Disco music to this day. I saw ‘Saturday Night Fever’ SIX times! I was in the Army then but on off-duty hours I LOVED sparkly tops and spandex and high heels. My gang at the time NEVER missed an opportunity to go dancing. Good clean fun. :)
GMTA! See my Post #44, LOL!
(I didn’t see your post until I scrolled back through.)
“…fat ass Steve Dahl.”
That makes two of us.
Yikes.
“That sounds as incongruous as a hip-hop club in Martha’s Vineyard.”
Well, it wasn’t George Jones ‘Possum Holler’.
Use to buy it in Cleveland Heights 30+ years ago. Heaven.
Really enjoyed living in Cleveland.
One day in Cleveland I was at a 4 way stop light. (kinda strange)
My light changed to green but I had to left turn into a lot immediately after the light.
The lane going the opposite direction was stopped and long but some old man got out of his car and motioned to the cars behind him to back up and they all did so I could make the turn!
Great people.
“Ring My Bell” was the song.
Yes. Cleveland Indians.
Column: Throwing tortillas isn't a racist act — until it is?
Police identified the adult who distributed tortillas. The CUSD trustees acknowledged the acts to be egregious, demeaning, disrespectful and fully condemned the racism, classism, and colorism. .. Lots more at article. .
Lol, except for you and me, we're all nuts!
https://www.latimes.com/california/story/2021-06-24/tortilla-tossing-san-diego
I listen to practically anything. Disco had its moments, it could hot, cool, comical, sexy, it was a party. And it thankfully kicked bass playing up a notch overall. Lit some fires and bass continues its upward track.
Hey, Mantovani even has a place in my musical heart.
When he did the Disco Demolition Night, it was well promoted on the Loop, but none of my far north suburb buddies ever considered going to Comiskey Park for a night game! I did watch it on TV, though, and it seemed like Jimmy Piersall was about to have another nervous breakdown!
I'm the same. I saw Chic mentioned upthread, so I just listened to "I Want Your Love" by them - great bassline, great song.
I don't think there's any genres I reject completely as they all have some music I like.
I remember the sign at Comiskey when the White Sox were actually having a good season: “Die, Yuppie Scum! Go Back to Wrigley!”
They were supposed to play a doubleheader, but they did this between games and had to postpone the second game.
Apparently, this one wasn’t Bill Veeck’s idea, but the brainstorm of his son Mike.
**Wonder what Barry White thought of DDN? IIRC much of his work showed disco influence, especially “My First, My Last, My Everything”.**
About the time I turned 20, I realized that this small town farm boy was going to need to go to where there was a greater number of pretty young ladies to meet. That was summer 75. So it seemed logical driving 30-40 miles to the Quad Cities (a metro area staddling the Miss river in IL and IA, with a population of over 300k).
As disco got more popular I began visiting a couple; however, not knowing how to dance, I didn’t go to those places very often. But every time I did, I saw that attractive girls were often there without a date. It wasn’t until mid 76 I decided to learn how to dance. And after I did, I was noticed, and was rarely turned down for a dance. It wasn’t uncommon to be asked to dance by a pretty gal.
But one night I took a buddy along, and after he got bored at standing around being unoticed, he begged to go to his favorite bar. I reluctantly agreed to leave the disco and go there. Once there, he promptly bumped into one of his motorcross friends. I just stood along a wall in this crowed bar, waiting to go home.....
Then I saw her.
Beautiful, she looked like my idea of a dream girl (similar to Jennifer O’Neil)
Walked up to her and struck up a conversation.
Wonderful voice and personality.
First date: next night, she had me in the palm of her hand.
And still does, ever since that marvelous evening, the last friday night of Sept, 77.
That song by Barry White became a personal favorite, even though I left the dance floor behind.
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