Showing posts with label 70s. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 70s. Show all posts

Friday, 7 November 2025

The funk just won't leave us alone

It feels like it's been a long time coming, but relief is almost here...

With the first weekend in ages where we have nothing planned on the horizon, we're nevertheless gearing up for that party mood. You've heard of "double denim" - how about "double lurex"? Let's take some fashion tips from the Brothers Johnson, and Thank Disco It's Friday!

The heat is on
And the funk just won't leave us alone
Ev'rybody take it to the top

We're gonna stomp
All night
In the neighbourhood
Don't it feel all right
Gonna stomp
All night
Wanna party
'Til the morning light

Have a great weekend, dear reader!

Friday, 31 October 2025

This is it!

The weekend looms ever closer...

...and it's time for a celebration! Another notable "birthday girl" this week was the very lovely disco queen Miss Melba Moore, who was 80 on Wednesday.

Facts about Miss Moore:

  • Her mother was a singer, her birth father was a bandleader and her step-father was a jazz pianist, so it was inevitable that music would be her chosen career.
  • She started out as a backing vocalist for the likes of Frank Sinatra and Aretha Franklin.
  • She succeeded Diane Keaton in the lead role in Hair on Broadway in 1969.
  • In her long career, she won a Tony for her role in the musical Purlie, three Grammy nominations for her music, and in 2023 received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Not exactly a "household name" here in the UK, admittedly - she only ever had two Top 20 hits - but this one is the one for which she will be eternally remembered. Thank Disco It's Friday!

Many happy returns, Melba Moore (born Beatrice Melba Smith, 29th October 1945)!


Meanwhile...

Today is Samhain, Calan Gaeaf, Dziady, Allantide, Hop-tu-Naa, The Season of the Witch - it's Hallowe'en!

Even the Pet Shop Boys have got into the spirit...

...however, it is this clip that is my unending tradtion at this time of year, knowing full well that is scares my dear sister witless, every time:

Careful who you bite, dear reader - and a have a fab, spooky weekend!

Sunday, 26 October 2025

Sweet things?

After all the build-up I gave it yesterday, John-John's plans for a sort-of-"spooky"-themed Film Club afternoon/evening (to include Bette Davis in The Anniversary and Witches of Eastwick) were dashed, when we could not get Hils and Crog's DVD player to play any sound through the telly in the function room at the pub. So we ended up watching Carry On Screaming on a free streaming service instead [which went down very well, actually], but, concentration levels diminishing in direct proportion to the quantity of alcohol consumed [we were there from about 1.30pm till closing time!], the rest of the evening was mainly music videos. It was a fun "family gathering", nevertheless!

Today, taking full advantage of the extra hour in bed thanks to the clocks going back, we eventually ventured off to the garden centre to buy Spring bulbs and wallflowers to brighten up the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers next year.

Meanwhile, how about some suitable "Sunday Music", courtesy of the geniuses at Soft Tempo Lounge, and some very peculiar fashions indeed?

Groovy!

[Music: Barbara Moore - Sweet thing/Feel fine/Feeling free. Footage: 1971 Fashion Awards - BBC Archive]

Friday, 24 October 2025

Don't wanna dream about you baby

Over the past couple of days, we've been battered by "Storm Benjamin" - rain, gales, the lot. Today, it's clear as a bell out there, and really chilly. Autumn's set in...

Never mind, eh? Weather or no weather, the must-have party "look" this week is cream flared-trouser suits with crazy scalloped contrast-piping collars, shirts open to the clavicle - so get practising those moves and funk along with the wonderful Trammps!

Thank Disco It's Friday!

Gulp. That classic choon is fifty years old this week...

Have a faboo weekend, dear reader!

Friday, 17 October 2025

It's grey, it's grey

Hoorah! A much-needed weekend hoves into view.

I'm off to John-John's tomorrow for a mammoth catch-up/binge-watch of the second series of Wednesday, and I can't wait for that...

...but meanwhile, let's don our gold skintight spandex jeans, grab a sparkly top, and boogie with La Belle Epoque!

Thank Disco It's Friday!

Have a great weekend, peeps!

Wednesday, 15 October 2025

All that's left of the dreams I hold

Timeslip moment again, dear reader...

Our trusty TARDIS (in the capable hands of the newly-regenerated Third Doctor, Jon Pertwee) has materialised in an ancient, far-flung land - that of 1970 - the year the Beatles announced their break-up, of the Apollo 13 near-disaster, Prime Minister Edward Heath, the devastating Peruvian earthquake, Lord Laurence Olivier, Jesus Christ Superstar the album, the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty, The Banana Splits, Bernadette Devlin, UFO, Willy Brandt, the rabies scare, The Female Eunuch, Palestinian plane hijackings, Ska, President Nixon, The Goodies, the Aswan High Dam, Wand'rin' Star, Thor Heyerdahl, The Railway Children, the Isle of Wight Festival, compensation for Thalidomide victims, Mungo Jerry, A Question of Sport, the East Pakistan cyclone disaster, Vietnam, the The Sun's Page Three girls, Bridge Over Troubled Water, Ian Paisley, The Six Wives of Henry VIII, the Kent State massacre in the US, Northern Soul all-nighters, Dana All Kinds of Everything, Commonwealth Games, Tony Jacklin, and the disruption of the Miss World contest by Women's Libbers.

It was also the year that Matt Damon, Naomi Campbell, Queen Latifah, Joseph Fiennes, Simon Pegg, Uma Thurman, Claudia Schiffer, Guyana, Armand Van Helden, NatWest bank, Virgin (Records), Christopher Nolan, Jason Orange, M. Night Shyamalan, Tonga, Neil Hannon, Andre Agassi, the Glastonbury Festival, River Phoenix, the Pascal programming language, Alexander Armstrong, the Range Rover, and the Gay Liberation Front in the UK were all born; and the year Gypsy Rose Lee, E. M. Forster, Charles de Gaulle, President Nasser of Egypt, Bertrand Russell, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Tammi Terrell, "Jack Walker" in Coronation Street and the Half Crown coin all died.

In the headlines this week in October fifty-five years ago? BP struck oil in the North Sea, a Canadian government minister was kidnapped and murdered by Quebec separatists, the last sail-powered Thames barge and the last canal narrowboats to carry commercial cargo were decommissioned, Fiji gained its independence from the UK, the Cambodian civil war was raging, Anwar Sadat came to power in Egypt, and the new Austin Maxi and Ford Cortina were launched. In our cinemas: The Vampire Lovers; Catch-22; Tora! Tora! Tora! On telly: The Pink Panther Show; Play for Today...

...and Vision On, the kids' show aimed at deaf children, hosted by Pat Keysell and Tony Hart [whose centenary it is today].

Meanwhile, in our charts this week in October 1970? "Heavy metal" music had arrived with a vengeance, with both Deep Purple and Black Sabbath in the Top 5, jostling for places with Desmond Dekker and Bobby Bloom; the rest of the Top 10 included the Carpenters, Miss Ross, Tremeloes, Chairmen of the Board and the Poppy Family.

Dominating the lot however - in her 4th of six weeks in the top slot - was the most successful artist signed to Holland-Dozier-Holland's Invictus label [that they set up when they dramatically left Motown a year earlier] - and one who is happily still with us, at the venerable age of 83:

A classic!

Fifty-five years?! Fuck.

Friday, 19 September 2025

So I'd like to know where you got the notion

It's somewhat gratifying for a change, dear reader, to be celebrating a centenary - when that individual is actually alive and kicking!

Pete Murray [for it is he] is undoubtedly the world's oldest living radio disc jockey. His first broadcasting gig was as the first English-language DJ on Radio Luxembourg in 1950. Remarkably, 75 years later, he will be presenting Boom Radio's "Boom Top 5" this morning - on his 100th birthday! Incredible, really - not many people even realised he was still alive...

His forte was, of course, rock'n'roll music [he was there when it first started!] - but this is our weekend celebration, so, by way of a compromise, to get the party started here's the return of an old, old fave - with at least the word "rock" in its title [tenuous, I know...]. Yes, it's the return of those custard-yellow ensembles - and Thank Disco It's Friday!

Have a great weekend, peeps!

Tuesday, 12 August 2025

Why are you hearing it now, you ask?

Lordy. The creepiest man in pop, Ron Mael of Sparks is 80 years old today!

A band that was always miles ahead of the rest (with the exception of Bowie or Roxy Music) in innovation - even way back in 1974, the Mael brothers' music was already beginning to sound like some of the stuff we came to love in the post-Punk era, as in these two classics...

...and in 1979 their collaboration with the maestro Giorgio Moroder produced another two massive hits [in the UK anyhow - they never had major success in their native USA] that carried all the synthesised "hooks" and effects that more than matched the likes of Depeche Mode, Soft Cell and OMD in the inspirational synth-pop era to come in the early 80s...

Ron Mael's lyrics for the latter seem particularly pithy on today of all days:

This is the number one song in heaven
Why are you hearing it now, you ask?
Maybe you're closer to here than you imagine
Maybe you're closer to here than you care to be

It's number one, all over heaven
It's number one, all over heaven
It's number one, all over heaven
The number one song all over heaven

All hail.

Wednesday, 2 July 2025

But right from the start I gave you my heart


A sunshiny view up my back passage. [click to embiggen]

"Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language." - Henry James

It has been bloody hot these past few days - the hottest ever start to Wimbledon Fortnight, apparently - with a peak yesterday of 34.7C/94.4F in St James' Park. Not sure how dear Henry would have felt about sitting in some glorious British country garden if he had been as bathed in sweat as we've been...

Needless to say, anything defined as a "heatwave" here in the UK, particularly this early in the year, immediately brings nostalgic memories of that Long Hot Summer of 1976! That was the glorious year (for me in particular, turning "teenage", but also for a generation of kids) that the whole of the school summer holidays (in fact all of June, July and August) was non-stop sunshine, with parks, outdoor lidos, beaches and any other swimming spots packed to the brim, scantily-clad people everywhere, water rationing, stand-pipes in the streets, a "plague" of ladybirds, and...

...it was the year of Disco, the Raleigh Chopper bike, I, Claudius, the first Space Shuttle, Dancing Queen, Demis Roussos, Pol Pot, the "Cod War", photos from Mars, Jimmy Carter, Brotherhood of Man, Nadia Comaneci, The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin, John Curry, Jim Callaghan, The Muppet Show, Wings, Patty Hearst, Emperor Bokassa, 10CC, Concorde, the "Son of Sam", The Wurzels, Taxi Driver, Peter Frampton, Punk, The New Avengers, Tina Charles, Niki Lauda, The Omen, James Hunt, Jeremy Thorpe, Soweto riots, the IRA and the US Bicentennial. It was also the year that Benedict Cumberbatch, Emma Bunton, "H" from Steps, Ryan Reynolds, Apple, Colin Farrell, Ellen MacArthur, The Body Shop, Stephen Gately, the National Theatre, Anna Friel, the CN Tower, Keeley Hawes, Cillian Murphy, Reese Witherspoon, Sean Maguire, Martine McCutcheon, Rob James-Collier, the InterCity 125, the Ford Fiesta and the Seychelles were all born; and the year Rosalind Russell, Sal Mineo, Sir Benjamin Britten, Dame Edith Evans, Busby Berkeley, Dame Agatha Christie, Sid James, Fritz Lang, Dame Sybil Thorndike, Florence Ballard, Sir Mortimer Wheeler, Tom Driberg, Carol Reed, Margaret Leighton, Man Ray, Howard Hughes, Lily Pons, Ulrike Meinhof, Alastair Sim, Paul Robeson, Luchino Visconti, Sir Stanley Baker, Percy Faith, Chairman Mao, LS Lowry, Field Marshal Montgomery and South Vietnam all died.

In the headlines in early July 1976? 102 hostages on a plane hijacked by terrorists and diverted to Entebbe in Uganda were dramatically freed in a daring Israeli rescue mission; multiple murderer Donald Neilson, known as the "Black Panther" was sentenced to life imprisonment; and of course the tabloids were full of heatwave-related screaming headlines ("Hotter than Honolulu!", "Phewnominal!", "PHEW! WHAT A SCORCHER!", and so on). In our cinemas: The Outlaw Josey Wales; Bugsy Malone; Aces High. On telly: The Bionic Woman, Starsky and Hutch and Mike Yarwood in Persons.

And in our charts this week 49 years ago? Embedded at the top was The Real Thing and You To Me Are Everything, and making up the rest of the Top Ten were an assortment of artists including the aforementioned Wurzels, and the aforementioned Wings, Rod Stewart [yup, the star of Glastonbury 2025's "Legends" slot has been going that long...], Candi Staton, Bryan Ferry, Thin Lizzy, Gallagher and Lyle, The Shangri-Las(!) and Our Kid. However, just arrived in the lower echelons of the chart was the song that would sweep away everything before it, staying at the top for six weeks - and become forever associated with that legendary, happy summer!

An absolute classic!

Ah, memories...

Tuesday, 10 June 2025

I'm gonna add some bottom

And so farewell then, Mr Sly Stone, who has ascended the underlit-dancefloor-style stairway and departed for Fabulon to join that great, glittering funk band in the sky...

In the annals of "most influential musicians ever", Mr Stone was at the pinnacle. For where, without him and his "Family", would the whole genre that became known as Disco be? Would there have been a Rick James? Or Prince? James Brown is often credited with creating "Funk" (with Bootsy Collins by his side) - but as pop culture historian Jason Ankeny once said: "James Brown may have invented funk, but Sly Stone perfected it."

Suffice to say, he left one hell of a legacy...

[I always loved this song, but only knew the divinely decadent cover version by the uber-cool Ronny - hear her version and read more about the lady here - long before I found out that it was Sly's song...]

All we need is a drummer
For people who only need a beat, yeah

I'm gonna add a little guitar
And make it easy to move your feet

I'm gonna add some bottom
So that the dancers just won't hide

You might like to hear my organ
I said ‘Ride, Sally, ride’

RIP, Sly Stone (born Sylvester Stewart, 15th March 1943 – 9th June 2025)!

Tuesday, 3 June 2025

Come alive!

You know you're getting old when you discover...

...that the wonderful Miss Suzi Quatro is - gulp - 75 years old today!

The "mother of all pop-rock chicks", she may well be younger than Debbie Harry, Patti Smith, Kim Carnes, Bette Midler and Stevie Nicks, but she had massive #1 hits many years before any of 'em...

Her first chart-topper here in the UK was in June 1973:

I can only imagine the impact this powerful, no-holds-barred leather-clad pixie with the big voice had on such budding artistes as Joan Jett or Chrissie Hynde - even Alison Goldfrapp and KT Tunstall cite her as an influence [she collaborated with the latter on a recent album].

Arriving as she did in the midst of that maddest of all musical "cults", Glam Rock, she obviously became eternally associated with the genre - despite never once being seen with anything resembling the layers of slap that The Sweet or Wizzard et al wore, and evidently having nothing in the slightest bit glittery in her "Biker's Moll" wardrobe.

Nevertheless, she was in the "stable" of artists who were launched into the British consciousness by the avowed maestros of that early '70s zeitgeist, Messrs Chinn and Chapman (who also wrote hits for the aforementioned Sweet, as well as Mud, Smokie, The Arrows and Racey) and Mickie Most, and thus her name would be forever listed alongside those of other top "Glam" stars like Slade, Alvin Stardust, Gary Glitter and Marc Bolan...

...but she was the only girl - and had more balls than (just about) all her compatriots! She also just happened to sell over 50 million records worldwide. Here are a couple more of her memorable hits of the era:

...and my fave:

Glam Rock faded as quickly as it had arrived, in a shower of discarded sequins, but unlike some of her unfortunate compatriots Miss Quatro never really went away. She continued to have chart success well into the Punk era, carved a new "icon" status as "Leather Tuscadero" in Happy Days, went on to take myriad cameo roles on telly in her adopted homeland of the UK - including in Minder and AbFab, and even Midsomer Murders - and has presented some rather good music shows on BBC Radio 2...

...and in 2026, she's back on tour across the UK! You can't keep a great rocker down.

Many happy returns, Susan Kay Quatro (family name Quattrocchi; born 3rd June 1950).

All hail!

Friday, 23 May 2025

Play that funky music 'till you die

Oh, thank fuck for that - the weekend's nearly upon us!

It's pay day, and a three-day weekend, to boot - just what the doctor ordered after my first week back after a faboo fortnight's holiday...

Time to plan for that party - and to get ourselves in the party spirit, why don't we just don some ill-matching primary colours and flap around randomly on a stage to an all-time dance classic funk choon - just like the hapless [and thankfully soon-to-be-replaced - this was their last-ever routine on Top of the Pops] Ruby Flipper?

Thank Disco It's (Spring Bank Holiday) Friday!

Have a faboo weekend, dear reader!

Friday, 18 April 2025

You were looking at me, I was looking at you


Bunny wins

OK - it's not a working day, but some traditions never fade. As the blue skies beckon in a long Easter weekend (and for me, the start of ten days off), it's time to get that party started in style - with one of the catchiest of 1970s dance classics and some show-off Soul Train dancers to boot!

Thank Disco It's Good Friday!

Across the crowded disco room
Through a maze of dancing people
She sits so quiet and all alone
Wanting to get the disco fever

And then she raised her head
Her eyes caught mine
And that was all that I needed
In her eyes I saw the need for love
The warm, soft feeling
'Cause we made

Eye to eye contact
Eye to eye contact (Oh, oh, oh yeah)
Eye to eye contact
(We made) Eye to eye contact
You and me

Contact!
You were looking at me
I was looking at you
You were looking at me

Across the crowded disco room
Oh, your eyes told me the story
My heart was beating like the drum
As I fought my way over

I never took my eyes away from yours
Not even for a moment
What I saw in your eyes made me realise
(You I wanted) Yeah, yeah, yeah

Eye to eye contact
(We made) Eye to eye contact (Oh, oh, oh yeah)
Eye to eye contact
(We made) Eye to eye contact
You and me

I was looking at you
You were looking at me
I was looking at you
You were looking at me

Contact!
Girl don't you get uptight
Just dance
Everything gonna be alright
Just dance
Take a chance
Oh, and dance

I sure like what you got
You sho nuff looking hot (dance)
I sure like what you got
You sho nuff looking hot (dance)
Yeah, come on and dance

As for me, dear reader, I am winging my way to Tottenham Hale to catch my coach to Essex for a (hopefully) fruitful weekend's plant shopping!

"Normal" service should resume after I return on Monday.

Have a good one!!


PS - THIS!

It's traditional.

Happy Easter.

Friday, 28 March 2025

Boy, oh, boy, have I got news for you

The sun is shining, the blossom is blossoming, the birds are twatting tweeting in the trees, Mother's in town tomorrow for Mothers' Day [Mothering Sunday], and the clocks go forward on Sunday - a good weekend afoot, methinks!

Let's get in the mood for a proper party in the company of two very talented ladies, that bassline, and probably the classiest Disco song of them all...

Thank Disco It's Friday, indeed!

Have a great weekend, folks...

Friday, 21 February 2025

Anytime... tonight is fine


My kind of "disco balls"!

How has it only been [almost] five days since I got back to work after the holiday?!! It feels like a month has passed...

Anyhoo - just today to slog through, and the weekend is in sight. Time to plan the party in a most appropriate way, with a complete mindfuck!

When I last posted this #adecadeago, I commented about the spectacle thus: "...outfits that look like a combination of the worst excesses of heavy rock combined with bell-bottoms made out of pedestal mats from someone's Gran's house, performing in front of an audience of weirdos who seem to have absolutely no connection to the music whatsoever... No drugs involved there, then."

It's still awe-inspiringly tacky - Thank Disco It's Friday!

Have a good one, dear reader!

Friday, 24 January 2025

You're no tramp but you're no lady

It's bleak out there - dank, wet and windy - but it's not meant to last, the weekend's almost upon us, and it's pay day!

Time, methinks to get this party started - so let's let our hair (or our braids) well and truly down, enjoy a classic choon from this week (gulp!) 47 years ago and...

...Thank Disco It's Friday!

Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello baby, New York City girl

You grew up riding the subways running with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp but you're no lady talkin' that street talk
You're the heart and soul of New York City

And love, love is just a passing word
It's the thought you had in a taxi cab
That got left on the curb
When he dropped you off at East 83rd

Oh oh oh (Oh oh oh)
You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker
New York girl, ooh ooh ooh

Music plays, everyone's dancing closer and closer
Making friends and finding lovers
There you are lost in the shadows searching for someone
To set you free from New York City

And, whoa, where did all those yesterdays go?
When you still believed
Love could really be like a Broadway show
You are the star, win the applause

Oh oh oh (Oh oh oh)
You're a native New Yorker
No one opens the door
For a native New Yorker

(Runnin' pretty, New York City girl)
Ooh ooh ooh
Native, native, native New Yorker

Where did all those yesterdays go?
When you still believed
Love could really be like a Broadway show
You are the star

You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker

Have a good weekend, dear reader!

Friday, 20 December 2024

Do you Wanna?

Another busy and stressful week is almost over - but we have a proper party to look forward to this evening - Our Sal's birthday bash!

Time, methinks, to grab a sparkly kaftan and a scarf, and to boogie on down with Sylvester...

Thank Disco it's Friday!

Hope you have a fantabulosa weekend, dear reader.

Friday, 13 December 2024

For thirty days you're on your back

It's the end of another stressful week in work - but at least I have an office Xmas booze-fest to look forward to tonight! [For a change (hopefully) one that doesn't involve having to smile unconvincingly at bosses in festive jumpers, and involves people who know how to have a laugh...]

In the meantime, let's be daring, sling on a skin-tight powder blue outfit, and practice our spinning - in the company of the arch-funksters Tavares with their incredible performing trousers...

...and Thank Disco It's Friday [the Thirteenth - oo-er!]!

RIP, Arthur Paul "Pooch" Tavares

What's an hour of the day?
We throw at least one away
And walk the streets for half the year
Tryin' to find a new career

If you get a flu attack
For thirty days you're on your back
Doing not a single dance
Baby, give me half a chance

It only takes a minute, girl
To fall in love, to fall in love
It only takes a minute, girl
To fall in love, fall in love

How philosophical.

Have a good one!

Tuesday, 3 December 2024

Keep on cruisin', let's have the music!

You know you're getting (very) old when you discover that...

...70s pop idol, 80s cosy sitcom fave, and theatrical treasure Mr Paul Nicholas is 80 today!

Here are just two of the massive chart hits that made him a household name in the UK:

Oh dear. I remember it all too well...

Many happy returns, Paul Nicholas (born Paul Oscar Beuselinck, 3rd December 1944)!

Monday, 18 November 2024

Remember-member-member


Monday mood? Bette Davis. With a gun.

Sigh. Here we go again. Back to the office, too soon, too soon...

Never mind all that! Let's take a little timeslip back half-a-century to 1974, the year in which Queen, Abba, Cockney Rebel, Barry White, The Three Degrees and Leo Sayer first made it big in our charts, Glam Rock hit its peak, Bay City Rollers-mania went completely OTT, Soul music began its earliest transition to Disco - and a cosy stop-motion children's animation series based upon Elisabeth Beresford's books gave birth...

...to this! How very apt for a Tacky Music Monday:

Gulp.

[Bizarrely, the band was revived for an appearance at the Glastonbury Festival in 2011!]

Have a good week, dear reader.