Dance Proud
1979. The year I can never get away from. The year that produced some of the greatest disco tunes ever, when Donna Summer sang Heaven knows and Sylvester made us feel a Star. The year the mainstream tried to kill the LGBTQ+ disco stars, burnt vinyl and all.
As a young queer growing up in the 1970s, disco was my saviour. The glittering queens and butch clones that filled the airwaves were my queeroes hiding in plain sight, my baby dyke self, oblivious to the not-so-subtle signifiers that accompanied disco's magnificent ones. Be it the bravery of Sylvester, the tongue and cheeks of Village People, the blazen brilliance of Boys Town Gang, Gloria Gaynor's survival techniques or the many disco divas destined to accompany every broken heart (oh Esther Philips, Fern Kinney, Suzy Lane, Melba Moore, Linda Clifford, Gladys Knight and Ms Ross I salute you) the queer life was there. From the bathhouses and dark rooms of gay bars, be they the Ice Palace on Fire Island, David Mancuso's The Loft in New York or Bang at London's The Astoria, disco music via R&B, jazz, Motown and that oh so glorious Philly sound had journeyed to the mainstream, soundtracking the liberation of the LGBTQ+, Black and Hispanic community and women's equality. It was the sound of rebellion, of freedom, of us.
But disco's roots were never as clean-cut as they seemed, a million miles away from the syncopated basslines and flared flaying of seventies rock bands desperate for one last chart kiss. As kitsch as the various attempts to reignite careers
Kate Wildblood shows us who The Boss is as she share's her deep love for disco and its unshakeable influence on our sacred dancefloors.
'The underground was always the beating heart of disco.' with this most glittering of genres was, no amount of disco dust could connect The Ethel Merman Disco Album or a certain Disco Duck to a beat created with sweat in mind. For the dirt, the sex, the underground was always the beating heart of disco, after all, Sylvester's 1982 hit Do You Wanna Funk was a tune about cruising for sex and no amount of glitterwashing could rinse that away. The very building blocks of disco; producers Patrick Cowley, Giorgio Moroder, Tom Moulton and Marc Cerrone, were steeped in queer culture, the BPMs they brought to our dancefloors as vital to our history as the colours on our equality flag. Donna Summer's / Feel Love, Cerrone's Supernature, Patrick Cowley's Menergy, or Tom Mouton's epic remix of Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive all ensured this syncopated sound was our sound. And the DJs that took those tunes and made them our anthems; David Mancuso, Stacey 'Hotwaxx' Hale, Larry Levan, Ken Collier, Ron Hardy, Sharon White and Frankie Knuckles, they created a home for us all.
A home attacked on 12 July, 1979, when radio DJ Steve Dahl launched the outright racist and homophobic campaign Disco Sucks at his Disco Demolition Night, literally detonating a pile of disco records on a Chicago baseball field. An attempt to reclaim the airwaves from a genre far too close to its Photo: Hannah Sherlock