Last Dance

This song has been running through my head all afternoon. I think my first introduction to Donna Summer might have been the movie Thank God It’s Friday, which when you get right down to it was really not good. But—but!—it had that wonderful song.

I think my musical tastes have probably been more informed by dance music than rock, especially disco. I was born at the tail end of the last year of the 1960s, too late for that decade to have much influence. The first 45 I bought may have been “My Sharona” by the Knack, but my listening habits quickly drifted to disco (blame the Bee Gees and Xanadu). I do listen to rock, but I still lean more toward the dancier side of things. (I’m looking at you, Kylie.) I don’t know, dance and disco always seemed happier than rock, and there’s often little to be happy about in this world. You might as well be happy between your ears and on the dance floor.

So while we’re driving down to New Orleans tomorrow—well, Michael will be driving; I’ll be sitting in the passenger seat with my laptop open while I work on the novel—we’ll have Donna playing on Pandora and I’ll think about the old days of disco. Which means also at some point I’ll probably think of Liza Minnelli knocking on Halston’s door and saying, “Give me every drug you’ve got,” because that was 1978 and although it doesn’t really have anything to do with disco it’s the same year that Thank God It’s Friday came out. There are worse things to be remembered as than a disco queen.