Yo dog, I was born in the early seventies, so maybe I can chalk this up to some sort of funky osmosis, but I have always had a deep and abiding love for the disco, particularly for the clothing and the dancing. No other music grooves like a good disco groove!
By the time I reached my heyday, it was the 90s, and unfortunately disco was out of fashion. But I would not be deterred! Several local bars had disco nights as a novelty, but I took it SERIOUS.
My friends and I would dress up in polyester leisure suits that we bought from the Salvation Army for pocket change (ain't NO law against looking GOOD). We would burn that mother down like mofos, strutting around like we owned the place. One time I was feeling the funk so good that I thought I could do the splits -- but I couldn't! I never split so many pants as I did during those days. That's when I learned how to sew.
I would say the pinnacle of my disco experience was reached in an unassuming Filipino karaoke bar. It was clear that the regulars of this joint were unaccustomed to the disco, and their eyes were focused upon me with rapt attention as I approached the stage. I had on my full 3 piece beige leisure suit with silver platform shoes, and I was singing Stayin' Alive and doing some dance moves I picked up from Saturday Night fever when a break in the vocals allowed. A man from the audience (the owner, perhaps?) brought me a bouquet of flowers and handed them to me in the middle of my performance. Needless to say, I brought down the house.
It was that very night in which I met the woman who would become my wife. To this day, when people ask me how I'm doing, I respond without hesitation: "I'm stayin' alive".