For some reason, I was absorbed in Daft Punk videos a couple of nights ago. It started our with a giant talking dog with a boom box and a broken leg in New York who meets a girl from his home town. I’m not going to post that, because you have to just absorb that last sentence and ponder how the hell that made any sense.
Then I ended up at this video and all of these great dance clips …
… but being an old person the first thing I thought was, “Hey, that’s Nile Rodgers!”
Which means practically nothing to anyone under 40. But when I was much younger, it meant this:
And that just proves that despite all of the hate directed at the genre 40 years ago, disco is eternal.