Despite actually living through the disco era, neither of my parents are disco music fans. Well, not as big a fan as I am.
I can’t remember what sparked my love affair with disco −probably the clothes− but it began in high school (I even made sure to play “Dancing Queen” on my 17th birthday. “Young and sweet, only 17.”) and it hasn’t let up.
So, needless to say, I’m pretty upset over Donna Summer’s death yesterday. You can’t talk about disco without talking about her; the two are inextricably linked.
Rest in peace, Donna. So many of us loved to love you.