Friday, January 02, 2009

Old School House Realness

1988. Just back from travelling in the UK and Europe. Dancing to house at Metro in Adelaide with bff Rick With A Silent P (aka Rickety). Just before he fled to Sydney and I followed less than a year later.


Inner City: "Big Fun"


I can't hear this and not think of smoke machines, stainless steel dancefloors and Doc Martens. About the shame of spending at least 3 or 4 months thinking she was singing "We're having meatballs". About scotch & sodas, before I ever grew a taste for beer.

Has it really been 20 years?

5 comments:

jason said...

Well, in your defense meatballs are big fun, aren't they?

20 years indeed.
ahem

The Other Andrew said...

Agreed, and big meatballs are even more fun!

Twenty. Years. sigh

NannaPeter said...

What's a 4 yo doing on a dance floor anyway??

The Other Andrew said...

Ha! So kind. :)

worldpeace and a speedboat said...

it's been 20 years since the NYE dance party at the Hordern with Grace Jones as headline act. dear god, that was a night and a half, not the least because she was quite intent on teaching a black leather armchair the Kama Sutra. at least, that's what it looked like to me...