
I got this return to disco feeling going on. Partly from listening to Joan As Policewoman and Feist and their 70s sisterdisco pop love laments. I mean it makes me wanna get out on the dancefloor and shake my 'fro in a heartbroken kaftan or some jazzy sassy outfit - as you know. But being a white skinny guy (I typed 'gut', a Freudian slip importantly corrected immediately) you can't go past the Bee Gees. All those stadiums of people burning Saturday Night Fever. Where were they at? It must mean the Klu Klux Klan have no hips (or flares). It must mean people in big fat fast loud cars don't dance. It must mean... very little coz I like Freebird too. But yeah, I think, a back to disco thing is under way. Somebody help me, yeah!
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