A true queen that will live forever in song and style. Loved to love you, baby.
Donna Summer - Last Dance
Rest in peace, Donna.
Soundtrack of my childhood. My mother and I had our differences, but we both loved Donna Summer. I tip my sequined turban to the glittery goddess and OG Bad Girl.
Donna Summer is clearly not afraid to be literal.
Almost wore this out on cassette.
This story, originally presented in 1976 as fact but revealed in 1997 to be fiction, was the inspiration for Saturday Night Fever.
Why was I not aware of this? In 1977 (I was 8), my mom had the cassette tape, and I actually wore that fucker out. The tape snapped and OH MY GOD THE SHRIEKING. I was pretty inconsolable. For Halloween that year, I was a disco dancer in a forest green leotard and silky wraparound mini-skirt, and my dad even rigged up speakers and some cheesy lights in our rec room because a friend of the family had let me see inside an actual disco during the daytime and somebody was maybe a little bit obsessed. That may have also been the year I asked Santa for a boogie van with a velvet waterbed in the back for Christmas* - like the one Annie Potts’ hooker-with-a-heart of gold has in Corvette Summer, in which she deflowers LUKE motherfucking SKYWALKER. Disco and Star Wars… seemed fairly well-rounded at the time.
I’ve always loved Saturday Night Fever because, hello, Annette? But I’m also a fan of the epic cheese factor in its sequel, Staying Alive, which I think really delves deep into the psyche of what it means to be a philosophizing, disco dancing man.
A man who wears a lot of torn rags tied to his limbs. Don’t think those rags aren’t symbolic, yo. He’s like a disco Archie torn between not just Broadway Betty and Veronica, but torn between two worlds… disco Riverdale and disco Manhattan. Deep, I know. And now I get why. (Thanks, Whil Wheaton!)
*That Christmas list turns out to be one my mom saved in her scrapbook, which I inherited after her death. Besides the aforementioned boogie van, I wrote “Santa” 4 pages of outrageous requests and bizarre whimsies… I’ll scan it for kicks one day.