Last Dance, Indeed.

I usually don't get a chance to post when someone famous passes away.  Usually, it falls during one of my non-posting times or else I've already got a ton of posts done and scheduled and don't have time to rearrange things.

I had to make time for this one.  Donna Summer was part of the soundtrack of my high school days.  I wore the grooves off the Last Dance and Bad Girls LP's through repeated listings.  I've never been ashamed of my disco-baby past and I'm not going to start now.

Looking back over Donna Summer vids on YouTube, I'm struck by two things.  First, that's a helluva a voice!  I'd forgotten what a powerhouse vocalist she was.  That woman could sing!  Listen to those high notes and long notes.  Wow!

Secondly, she was making music for the audience to dance to, but she's not really dancing herself.  Kind of refreshing to see a singer concentrating on entertaining folks with her voice rather than her stage show.  I'm going to sound like an old fart when I say this, but those were the days, huh?

Keith tweeted me the news of her death yesterday.  I was on the bus to work at the time, but, for just a few minutes, I was a fifteen year-old again--hanging out with friends, listening to the radio, trying to finish my geometry homework.

And, there she was, playing in the background.

You'll be missed, Donna.  Thanks for the music and thanks for the memories.