Weekend self-care open thread: 1980s dance music
B-boys and B-girls breaking in NYC My mutual, and tzaddik, Myron Clifton posted on my timeline a short clip of the seminal 1980s after-school dance show, "Dance Party USA" this week. Let me tell you, my friends, him doing that had an analogous effect on me to Marcel Proust's madeleine which launched a three-thousand page novel. I hadn't thought about that show in decades. And yet, every day after school, I would be glued to my TV set watching it as I did my homework and listened to their thick Philadelphia accents. I went down a rabbit hole of episodes from the show, and then just imbibing all the music to which I danced that decade. It really was a glorious and happy time, when the only thing I had to worry about was what mousse product to try in my hair. We are in very troubled times. But we were in troubled times then, as well, when the threat of nuclear holocaust was ever in my generation's mind. We were the kids who watched The Day After , Threads , and Test...
