The 60’s Disco
I had always heard from my other that there was no decade like the 1960’s. That is why for my 29th birthday I wanted to celebrate at a 1960’s disco themed nightclub. As I walked into the disco club last Saturday night, the soundtrack of times began to excite my soul.
The gay underground that was traditionally associated with the disco, was firmly implemented and it actually excited me. As I twirled around the dance floor and filled my belly with time honored beverages, I began to release my inhibitions and firm hold on current social norms. The further into the belly of the music laden beast, the more I felt myself slipping away from the cares of societal standards.
The further I dove into the night, the more I notice that the strobe lights had a way of creating a sexually driven, amyl-nitrate-fueled atmosphere. It was as if I had been transported back in time to Studio 54 or a swanky midtown disco coveting by pot heads in the crest of the 1960’s. The freedom the music poetically spoke to the core of my soul allowed me to truly have the night of my life. I, and everyone around me, danced as if no one was watching.
There was no judgement in the sanctity of the disco. It was as, for just a minute, liberals and conservatives just truly wanted to cut loose. They wanted to forget what the week had delivered them to their door. It was amazing. No one argued. No one cared…unless you looked as if you weren’t having a good time. Then they wanted to know how to get you to have the time of your life.
By the time 11:30 pm reached us, I had a firm understanding as to why my mother still longed for her 1960’s disco days. I also realized that my mother was a tiny bit of a “loose woman”. Or as many within the disco scene will say, as free spirit, during the time of her youth before that I was born. The only issue that I had with the night that was laid at my feet was the amount of drug activity that accompanied the lifestyle of the disco scene. I have never been one to engage and I had been scared clear of drugs at a young age. Therefore, as much fun as I was having, I was nervous the entire night that the police would end the party and make us all inmates before weeding out the bad seeds.
Even with my juvenile fear tapping me on the shoulder at times…I couldn’t help but stop moving to the infectious rhythms. My brightly colored, fringed halter top and figure hugging jeans transformed me into a radically empowered woman transported straight from the 1960’s. I truly felt that time was standing still and that there was no better place to be than that disco at that particular moment in time.
Every person that entered my line of sight seemed to be oozing with confidence and sexuality. It was as if in the most primal level, we were being brought together. We were being unified in an erotic method. The sexually charged lyrics of the 60’s music as well as the pulsating beats made you want to release your inner “devil”.
I must admit that during my night of time travel, I did catch the very fetching eye of a bell bottom adorn Adonis. I mean, his eyes and body were undeniable. He was able to do the hustle with a smooth cool that I have never witnessed before in my life. He leads the soul train line right into the back room of the disco. As the infectious beats and rhythms of the 1960’s free spirit soundtrack played…I played his bass guitar.
I found myself completely engulfed in the atmosphere and lifestyle of the share the love movement that disco ushered in. I must admit…. I want more. This time I may even have mom dust of her cobwebbed shoes and join me. Let’s be honest…she needs to shake her money make and get her pipes cleaned as well.
Moral of the story, you have not truly lived until you have attended a 1960’s style disco. Whether a themed party or club, you definitely need to add it to your bucket list. This is something that every generation should experience and engulf themselves into.