Boy do I love me some disco. Whether it's Donna Summer faking an orgasm or Barry Gibb making puppies cry, it's some good shit. There are some surprises, though! The Trammps (yeah, seriously two M's) had a big hit with "Disco Inferno," but who knew that was an eleven-minute song!? Whoa. This is how you know discotheque-attendees were drunk and high out of their minds. Who else would listen to songs that go on and on for over ten minutes repetitively!? (I, for one, can barely stand a five-minute ditty.) And have you heard "The Hustle" lately? "Do the hustle. Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-ETC." That's the entire song. No lie.
But I'll listen to them all. Sober. I really can't tell you why. They're fun to dance to? Doing laundry is a breeze when accompanied by The BeeGees? Heaven knows!
(That isn't as redundant and stupid as it seems. I love the Donna Summer song, "Heaven Knows." It's my jam.)
