17 May 2012

Extra Special: Donna Summer




Once upon a time there was an adolescent Wandering Eye with a mouth full of braces and a head full of glamorous dreams including (but not limited to) dancing into the wee hours of the morn under the sparkle of spinning mirrored balls....and even if my poster covered bedroom was a far cry from a glittery NYC club, all I had to do was turn up the volume on Donna Summer's Greatest Hits and I was transported miles away....
it is a sad day in my wandering world.



3 comments:

Tom Stephenson said...

Yes - my sister used to drive to her in the night, watching the road flash past in the headlights.

Gary said...

W.E.,
What a wonderful memorial you give, I too see this as one more mirror tile falling from the disco ball of my own youth. – gary

W.E. said...

Thank you for these comments Tom and Gary!