We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The disco beat is simply the rock back-beat in 4/4 time.
It's as if music composers gave up and said, "What the hell, let's write music that gets toes tapping but takes no particular musical imagination. We'll call it disco."
I don't know why---perhaps because I've never bothered to listen to the lyrics of the song---but I have always thought it was about call girls and escorts, a women's lib anthem for the likes of Eliot "Client #9" Spitzer's girlfriend, Ashley Dupre.
Awful week for the music:
1. Donald "Duck" Dunn, bass player, of the Memphis powerhouse back-up band (Plus many hits of their own), Booker T and the MGs. Also appeared in both Blues Brothers movies. He died earlier this week while on tour in Japan.
2. "Belita Woods of Funkadelic. Hers is the sweet voice of estrogen that we heard at all of those acid drenched concerts for so many years, that neutralized the testosterone of the P." h/t Bob Davis at www.soul-patrol.com
3. This morning, I heard that Chuck Brown of the Soul Searchers had passed on. He was based in D.C., and really started the whole go-go craze. I remember him for his collaboration with Eve Cassidy (God rest her soul).