Dear Members and Constituents,
Last Sunday, the giant disco ball in the sky briefly obscured the sun (aka an eclipse). A nod, perhaps, to the departure from this planet of two disco luminaries: Robin Gibb of the Bee Gees and Donna Summer, it’s queen. Yes, disco was declared dead with the demise of the ‘70s decade, but this may well be the last nail in the coffin. Then again, maybe not. If I were a betting man, my money would be on a tide of curiosity listeners giving a sales boost to the genre these folks epitomized. Who knows, this short-term spike may influence young musicians and before you know it a slew of disco-inspired acts are topping the charts. Crazy talk, you say? Perhaps, but crazier things have been known to happen. Take bell bottom jeans. They came back from the grave, even though they are highly impractical and everyone I know had sworn off them forever – I must confess I’m rooting against a goldfish-filled platform shoe resurgence. Whatever happens, disco was a brainless, feel-good, get on the dance floor and boogie kind of thing, so it seems to me we should not mourn. Instead, I propose a celebration –and to assist us we have a long weekend ahead… and in lieu of donuts we have five dozen duffeyrolls (courtesy of Amy Nelson,donut duffeyroll girl). After
you’ve grabbed one (or two) you can head-back to your desk and double
your pleasure by jamming with one (or two) of these hand-picked
selections.
Happy Friday!
Last Sunday, the giant disco ball in the sky briefly obscured the sun (aka an eclipse). A nod, perhaps, to the departure from this planet of two disco luminaries: Robin Gibb of the Bee Gees and Donna Summer, it’s queen. Yes, disco was declared dead with the demise of the ‘70s decade, but this may well be the last nail in the coffin. Then again, maybe not. If I were a betting man, my money would be on a tide of curiosity listeners giving a sales boost to the genre these folks epitomized. Who knows, this short-term spike may influence young musicians and before you know it a slew of disco-inspired acts are topping the charts. Crazy talk, you say? Perhaps, but crazier things have been known to happen. Take bell bottom jeans. They came back from the grave, even though they are highly impractical and everyone I know had sworn off them forever – I must confess I’m rooting against a goldfish-filled platform shoe resurgence. Whatever happens, disco was a brainless, feel-good, get on the dance floor and boogie kind of thing, so it seems to me we should not mourn. Instead, I propose a celebration –and to assist us we have a long weekend ahead… and in lieu of donuts we have five dozen duffeyrolls (courtesy of Amy Nelson,
Happy Friday!
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