Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Soul Train Fever
In high school I might have been obsessed. Just slightly... with disco music. What? That wasn't hip back in the day??
Well, in my book it was. My friends and I would cruse around in my parents 5th Avenue gold Chrysler. This was not a normal Chrysler... It was a freaking boat on wheels. That thing would guzzle gas like a Lincoln SUV and you could go 60 miles an hour feeling like you were going 20. Not only was the paint job appropriate but the tape I popped in was too. For some strange reason I found a 70's disco tape that I just couldn't stop listening to. All of the greats were on it and I forced, I mean, encouraged my friends to enjoy it too. We would all hop in (you could easily fit about 10 people in it although I only had 3 friends) and we would drive all around the little back roads in Vermont like the pimps that we were. If only we had those jumper/bouncy things on the car we could have been in a Snoop Dog video. (I was a hippy though, so I had no fucking clue who that was) I would turn on my favorite disco fever song "Ring My Bell" and the shoulder dance took over. The shoulder dance had it's own zip code if you know what I mean. What? You don't know what that means??? Well then you are just a dumb ass. Plain and simple... Haha... Just kidding!!! Please don't stop reading... I NEED you!!! Haha...
So I got home the other night and, yes, it was late, and yes, I may have had a drink or two, and yes - I am a rock star. What? (Sorry - wishful thinking that makes me think it's ok to drink often) I turn on the TV and what pleasure do I get to watch??? Well, I was just thrilled to find an actually real rerun of the 70's dance show, "Soul Train". That's right. I was so fucking excited about the afros, 70's clothes and disco music that I actually took pictures of myself dancing some Saturday Night Fever shit and I took about 100 pictures of the television. (Has anyone ever taken a picture of the TV? Not so good - but it's not like I can go down to the club and take a picture of a rocking, soul lovin' homey with rad (I never say "rad") hair and polyester suit to boot) So I settled for the next best thing... Do you blame me?
Anyway, I guess it all comes down to my idea that I was reincarnated. Yup. You heard me right bitch!! Rein-fucking-carnated. I, for some reason, think I'm so connected to the 70's because I died in the 70's from a drug overdose. That would explain why I don't do any drugs now and I love the music and clothes. Because if you know anything about reincarnation it's that you learn something every life. Haha.... god - I love being so knowledgeable. And I'll have you know that alcohol is not a drug. At least that's what I tell myself.
So revel in the wonders of the 70's and praise the reincarnated God because you never fucking know who is going to be driving that pimped out gold Chrysler.
For shizzel my nizzle,