Erica Lucke Dean

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I love the nightlife...

There is absolutely nothing better for the blues than singing at the top of your lungs…repeatedly.

I spent the better part of the day listening to satellite radio tuned to the seventies station, singing along with the oldies but goodies, involuntarily reminiscing about my childhood. I was transported back to the days when Force was always with you, and Saturday night was all about the fever. Elton John was the shit, David Bowie was young and cool, and John Travolta rocked the white suit.

Ok, so I was way too young in the seventies to party like a rock star, but I can still remember the time fondly…now that I’m old enough to understand the ramifications of what was really going on back then. And so what if the clothes were horrible (admit it…they were) and the hairstyles were worse (don’t even argue with me on this one). But, love it or hate it, the music takes you back to a time before home computers, cell phones, and Facebook. Sure, I’d miss them, but the older I get, the more nostalgic I get, and I’m kind of itching to watch a Star Wars marathon white wearing a pair of platform disco shoes and bell bottom jeans, with my Farrah Fawcett hair fanned out around my head like an over-sprayed mane.  I’m digging around in my unpacked boxes for my copy of Donna Summer’s Last Dance so I can rock the house down and freak out the kids.

Work with me here. It could be fun!

After completely immersing myself in the disco era for an entire day, I’ve decided what I need is an evening of karaoke. It’s been way too long. So what if the hubby abhors the entire scene? So what if it only seems to happen in smoke filled bars filled with drunken vacationers? So what if I don’t exactly fit into my favorite disco jeans anymore and the mere thought of platform shoes gives me a concussion? I’m ready to boogie, people and there’s nothing like the present to go back to the past. I’m ready to belt out 70s music like it was yesteryear. I’m ready to feather my hair and wear too much blue eye-shadow!

Who wants to join me?

Until the next time…I’ll be searching for a karaoke venue for Friday night!

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