| But I think
that what really does it -- and what makes Juxtaposed with You a fairly
monstrous album, capable of making my house feel like a very tight space
from which there may not actually be any escape -- is that it’s disco.
You know, disco. The music form that lay dormant for ten years after its
total and complete death and then came
back to life like some kind of an undead zombie or something.
The music form that really was quite awful at the time but
which in retrospect seems like it wasn’t
quite so bad and which with the
aid of the loving forgetful arms of history has begun to sound like there
was really something to it. That genre, practically unique
in history, which deserved all the scorn you could heap upon it
when it was popular but which now deserves
a truer love than the retro goop ladled over it by people who are really
just trying to convince themselves that death won’t actually be arriving
soon, and rather brutally at that. The genre which has
so much baggage attached to it, of both positive and negative
stripes (there being people into dance music who mark the high moments
of early disco as year zero for their own steadily pounding corner of the
musical cosmos), that we must resort to typographic
acrobatics if we hope to sneak our point across. |
