Don’t diss the Disco.
Especially not to someone who probably lived the most exciting part of their lives in the seventies.
Yes I spent my teens and twenties dancing to Abba, the Bee Gee’s, and a lot of other names I can’t think of right now.
It was our hip hop, our grunge, our blues and our rock. It got everyone on the dance floor and some really cool moves came to the beat of “Burn Baby Burn”.
Ok I admit the hair… Oh man! What were we thinking? And some of the clothes *shudders*…
….but those young ‘uns out there snickering at the old days are going to be in their forties soon enough (way too soon enough) and just how embarrassed are they going to be about some of the music and musicians of today?
I would know. I’ve been subjected to some whoppers, (Teenagers were invented to punish you for all the things you did to your parents.) and what is Lady Gaga anyway, my daughter says male, my son says female, and I watch it bounce on the screen and think someone electrocuted Barbie’s albino twin.
Give me the Bee Gee’s any day, at least their pants were tight enough that you had no doubt what gender they were. 
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