The Odd Thing You Don't Know About Donna Summer
You shouldn't be embarrassed about or ashamed of your fears.
Sadness weighs heavy in the hearts of millions of fans mourning the passing of disco icon Donna Summer. Although I parted with my silky smooth, wrinkle-free brown, black, blue, and red quiana wrap-around dance skirts decades ago, the memories have never faded.
In the late 1970’s, innumerable hours were spent every Saturday night as the lovelorn, me included, jammed into discotheques………
Lookin’ for some hot stuff, baby, this evenin’
I need some hot stuff, baby, tonight
I want some hot stuff, baby, this evenin’
If you found yourself some hot stuff, expectations in the bedroom were incredibly challenged in Love To Love You Baby.
Donna Summer’s music tackled social woes, i.e., prostitution – She Worked Hard For The Money, divorce – Starting Over Again, but I think most of us paid more attention to the thumping beat than the song lyrics.
One night in the early 1990’s my husband and I went to a Donna Summer concert at an outdoor amphitheatre in the Washington, D.C. area. Summers was a unifying force, as the audience was largely a mix of straight and gay couples. One song after another, her powerhouse vocals revived memories of flashing lights and the spinning silver ball. Suddenly, somewhere inbetween the toot toot, hey, beep beep, Summers screamed. A big scream. The music instantly stopped. The crowd was agasp. No one knew what was going on. Terror rippled through the audience. Summer’s pointed at something and her drummer got up. He walked toward the front of the stage, reached down, cupped one hand and moved it in a scooping motion. It was a bug! Summers was afraid of bugs and one had landed on the stage. With the bug gone, Summers reconvened.
Donna Summer, thank you for all the good times and may you rest in peace.
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