Word: disco
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...went to China for a summer after freshman year, and this cabdriver was taking me--I was drunk, just got back from a disco--and the cabdriver took me around the city about four or five times, and I started to recognize things." Bennett grins and goes on, "He thought I was much more drunk than I was! And so I started trying to yell at him, but I couldn't for the life of me remember anything in Chinese to yell at him! So to get back at him when I got home I wrote a song about...
House takes its name from Chicago's now-defunct Warehouse club and essentially is the four-four musical descendant of disco, which is why the Giorgio Moroder bassline on Donna Summer's "I Feel Love" still sounds fresh in house clubs today. If pressed, I could use the trainspotters' version, which is to say you could recognise it by the emphasised snare drum or hand clap sound on the two and four beats, and in its repetition of catchy sing-along shout-along phrases. In recent years, the filtered French disco house sound of groups such as Daft Punk...
...Half-past ten and house music was pounding. Ravers and British-dance-music groupies wandered the floors at Axis, still only at half-tilt even though the concert tickets said it would start at ten. Then the strains of Imagination's '70s disco classic "Just an Illusion" came over the speakers, a hint of lu Cont's love for good dancing music regardless of its cheesy associations. This segued into the sound of a robotic voice...
...About the only thing lacking was audience interaction--LRD never once talked to the crowd. Two more nondescript album filler songs later, a long, long house music introduction played, lu Cont and Reynolds led the audience into double handclaps and arm wavings, before the synth chorus of "From: Disco to Disco" finally kicked...
...culture, there is potential and nostalgia; we are fascinated by prodigies first and has-beens second. Stuck in the middle are millions like me, living in those awkward years between promising potential and ironic demise. And the parameters of the present keep pushing in. To the tune of discarded disco anthems, our eyes pan slowly from one Gap-clad teen to another, and for 30 seconds we cannot bring ourselves to blink. The teens stare back at us brimming with serene self-assurance, mocking anyone who ever made the mistake of turning 22 and blissfully unaware that 10 years from...