How I Learned My Lesson: A Blog
boogie oogie oogie
Posted on March 13th, 2010
if you have one disco hit, you are immortal, it’ll never not be played somewhere. i should have been a disco lyricist. same with christmas songs. like the guy in about a boy’s father. santa’s super sleigh. or sled? i am listening to disco today as the rain comes down in buckets. i no longer love the nightlife and don’t have to boogie any more on the disco round but i am feeling like chris eigeman in the last days of disco today, i suppose.
“Disco will never be over. It will always live in our minds and hearts. Something like this, that was this big, and this important, and this great, will never die. Oh, for a few years – maybe many years – it’ll be considered passé and ridiculous. It will be misrepresented and caricatured and sneered at, or – worse – completely ignored. People will laugh about John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John, white polyester suits and platform shoes and people going like *this* [strikes disco pose] but we had nothing to do with those things and still loved disco. Those who didn’t understand will never understand: disco was much more, and much better, than all that. Disco was too great, and too much fun, to be gone forever! It’s got to come back someday. I just hope it will be in our own lifetimes.”
still going through my old notebooks (girl trouble, wow. drug problems, but girl TROUBLE) for this memoir (apparently in 1992 i thought this was a good rock lyric begging for a three chord classic: “let’s go down to st. marks place. punch somebody in the face.”) actually it’s not half bad. certainly one of the better things i wrote in 1992. it’s no “don’t leave me this way” or “love come down” but it holds up. this book will be about transformation: a long island kid who never left new york state and was a virgin when he went to college becomes a real artist/writer in the city. like at some point evelyn “champagne” king was just evelyn king. we all have or want that “champagne” so i think it will have appeal (i hope so because i have spent the last two days swimming around in this shit while eating nothing but rowntrees fruit pastilles from myers of kestwick over on Hudson Street… i have no sweet tooth at all except for those things). i am, as i said, in pre-SAT cramming mode for jagger book so i need to be writing something. and i guess this is it. the 90s downtown diaries. good shit’s all around.
