If I could just go back in time to to the best days of my life. Where there were dance clubs that played disco, roller rinks, driving with the windows rolled down listening to the best disco music ever. Where we got dressed up in our platform shoes, bell bottoms and silk shirts. Where blacks and whites could mingle all night and fights were settled with fists instead of guns. Man could I cut a rug back then. They called me disco Joe. Where we played baseball in the streets and football in our neighbors back yards. I remember going to high school football games and piling in my 71 Chevy nova with Craiger Ss chrome rims and dual headers, with a Fosgate sound system that my friends could hear me coming a mile away as we arrived at the Alibi and Green Apple disco night clubs on Alpine Ave. with my fake id. Drinking blue motorcycles til I puked and driving home on the s curve with one eye closed so I could stay in between the lines on the road while listening to Earth, Wind and Fire and K C and the Sunshine Band. The only thing my best friends Bob Skibbe, Bill Simonson, Steve Stellini, John Karrip, Mike Grace, Danny Russo, Roger Alighere, Dick Bowhuis and myself, to name a few, had to worry about was who could bring the home the girls to party with that night. It was usually me, I had the baddest ride. I was Kool of Kool and the gang. Disco brings me back to those days every time I hear it. I think of good times with close friends. Time to go to sleep and dream of music by Gloria Gaynor, Parliament and the Funkadelics, Kc and the Sunshine band, Earth, Wind and Fire, Gladys Knight and Pips, Aaba and on and on......Music will never be the same again.
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 07:51:40 +0000
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