I worked in record stores during the monotonous cycle of the "disco ball".
Believe me, the slow solar eclipse of May 20, 2012 was more exciting. There seemed more differentiation between each refracted millimeter of the shadow as it crawled across our cardboard viewscreen than within each or between every song assembly-lined for and aimed at polyester-sweating "fuck-an-image" lines outside cocaine-snorting bathrooms in "pick-up" bars, oozing from "wife-swapping" hot-tub stereos, and festering in "who's next?!" bathhouses.
The "agenda scheduling generation" needed a ringtone before the ringtone was invented.
They were an experiment in diminished "movement": all dressed up with nothing to say but prepackaged ad-like clichés dancing the same to sameness-izing music. Their overly-busy "movements" have been adapted for the lifeless "movements" role of faceless meaninglessness-practicing message-textors of today. Future advertising agents directly-testing out "the good life" lifestyle: Dr. Jeckyls directly injecting indirectness.So easily amused by the void.
Their glitter is today's Twitter. No facial expressions. No body language. No spontaneity. No imagination. So many mediating contracts through which one colonizing persona is allowed to "experience" and endlessly pay for objectified & objectifying contacts with other colonizing persona.
Public banality has been privatized... perfected, and, as usual, enforced by the dutiful Ubu agent-roles of the State, itself a media-directed production.
I despised the one-size-fits-all cultural "lifestyles" and "roles" which that drone-muzac facilitated with talentless mixes and repetitions.
Not that most music since mid-1970s hasn't been a fading copy of a copy with exponential non-variation in a non-ascending "evolution" of monotonous predictability and corporatized (and wanna-be corporatized) [lack-of-]imagination.
Its demise is directly-[cor]related to the amount of use-value extracted from the music of existence, as it gets privatized, pasteurized, and pablumized. The less "use" the more "exchanged". Sub-nutritious animals are attacked by parasites, so is it any wonder that STDs — "natural" and "designed" — came with each role as if the role was the use-inverting packaging, the symptoms of a generalized dysfunctionality was the real product displayed in ads, articles, films, and music by the hierarchy for the persona "showroom". Credit cards were issued and the disease of wanting to be disease-ridden was launched. Based in debt and self-doubt, skin gets stuffed with plastic, Perrier, and polyester to a steady and unrelenting back-beat.
I once found The Bee Gees mildly-enjoyable, but that was years before their addiction to the fame bought by sucking-off "disco daddies" by pushing the manufactured vibrations contrived and controlled by the "music industry" cabal.
Their music become like listening to the weepings of a mother who blindly-trained another [dead] son for State+Class war.
I was never attracted to the ever camera-ready sequined image called "Donna Summer". I found several bouts with discothèques like nightmares from which I could not wake. The loss of presence in the swirkl was like being swallowed by a cement mixer. No face or voice was discernible, because people were no longer important.
I suppose that one could argue that this "environmental" music was the "taps" played over and over and over... that celebrated the "funding"-seizure of the grassroots "ecology movement", played loudly in the style used later at the Branch Davidian compound, which proclaimed victory for the inversion of "subject" and "object" by the "verb" (in that, the tolerated hierarchy has been allowed to "own" all social meanss of self-[re]production), although the science versus religion duality presents so little humanity as reward for any who would fall for its spectacle-ized "choiceless choice".
Like some search to replace public domain "war drums" with something patentable, trademarkable, and exchangeable, disco music was a package deal virulently churned out by those in charge of the global pyramid scheme which thingifies, controlled through a fashion ranking-and-filing, and which celebrated the then-current and owned anti-humanizing "taste".
That taste — more a bloodlust — expressess dysfunctional "pleasure" from top-down which psychopathically tortures its captives, and by a generalized mas[s]ochism. Disco, like the flood of diverse crap which has followed, was the foreplay in bringing the "e;ite" the managerial class on a platter, dressed as ridiculously as those guys at weddings who are waering suits made for clowns: a sicko orgasm very much like those inverted orgasms "experienced" by those who "enjoy" a "snuff film".
So, it appears, that 62.5 years seems to be the average succumation age for "stars" of the disco era... the final solution for their "choice" to surrender their integrity (and those of their listeners) to the "the slime oozing out of your [radio] set" [cf., Frank Zappa]... like running out of your own immune system upon which to digest: official death.
The liar-cons — not even alive when disco suffocated record stores and radio waves — have hidden behind the typical Big Lie: that anyone against corporate ideology and culture-as-a-commodity authoritarianism is "phobic".
"Islamophobia" was/is used to avoid the genital mutilation, imperial war, intolerance of dissent and other religions, suppression of women's and children's rights, etc.]. Calling anti-Obama policies (as in State policiing) is "racist" and to push anti-human Sharia Law.
Anyone against disco is self-righteously and bloatedly auto-labeled as "racist and homophobic". [See "Why 'Disco sucks!' sucked: The Disco Sucks! campaign in 1979 had racist and homophobic undertones — and, 30 years on, has proven to be a resolute failure" by Ben Myers (June 18, 2009).
Anyone against television shows run by smug and self-righteous fashion police is "homophobic". Never mind that self-anointed comments about people nott affording television-manipulation salaries is pompous, elitist, and a tool — no matter what their gender preference may be; whatever the fuck causes being a fuckhead is lost in the attacking and reputation-assassinating insult. That's called assault! It's a felony in a society which actually protects all members rather than only those above it in the pyramid.
The accusation shuts down discussion (with mass-manufactured minds) as if one involuntarily-commits the opponent and their view to a classification of guilty-without-a-trial. The last I read, that's called slander, libel, and brown-shirt methodology. They psycho-emotional extortion bullies/thugs.
I despise not just roles, and the system which "needs" them, but these feigned humans with their intentional and overt narcisso-Stalinopaths. You will all get what you deserve and none too soon!
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