By Steve Otto
I'm sorry that The Bee Gees' Robin Gibb died recently. Truth is I hated disco. I was a post hippie at the time and the idea of dressing up business formal and wearing all those spandex, gaudy gold chains and dancing to the thumping to mindless music made we want to vomit.
Yes I tried the disco scene. I stuck out like a sore thumb. One of the few girls I got to dance with me, was one of those “I’m gonna be a great dancer” chicks. After a few minutes she said “I can’t do this” and walked of the floor leaving me standing there like a chump. I was never plastic enough to fit in with the disco crowd. Some of my friends did and got laid. They said it was a great way to meet women and have sex. It never worked for me. My friends even said, “You’re just not plastic enough for this Steve.”
It was also a bad time for live bands. They couldn’t get booked until punk came along. I could get into punk. It was raw, like blues, and very rebellious. That I could handle.
It was good for some kinds of drugs. Cocaine was about 80 pure at times.