Disco Dancing in the City of Sin
By Royal Hopper
Disco is apparently making a come back on the sidewalks of the City of Sin. Say it isn’t so sinners, say it isn’t so. Or should I break out the old leisure suits, platforms and bright rayon print button ups . .. . . . Should I ????
It is a rare day in the City of Sin, cold muggy and miserable, coats that haven’t been worn in months are dusted off and wrapped around freezing bodies and heaters that smell like burning mold and dust and turned on after months of disuse.
One gentleman ( lets call him Disco Bob) sporting a Mohawk and a tightly trimmed “kiss my ass” goatee, a spring polo and a pair of light cotton slacks better suited to April than November seems oblivious to the winter cold as he bebops down the boulevard skipping and strutting to variety of 70s dance tunes known collectively as Disco and the plaintive balladeers of that movement the infamous BeeGees.
This modern day polo wearing Disco Viking strides boldly down Las Vegas Boulevard toward a lonely bus stop were three Sin City commuters are waiting for the bus bouncing to the beat of the 70s dance music blaring from one of the strips more ancient casinos nearby as the Bee Gees plaintive dance ballads proclaiming Stayin’ Alive is good and glory to all leisure suits.
Disco Bob saunters up to a Sin City bus stop sauntering up in disco dance mode to the crowd huddled together behind the perforated metal of the bus stop bench and stopping in front of the small crowd as the soft superficial sounds of disco Divo ( the male version of Diva) Andy Gibb’s disco classic “Shadow Dancing” fills the chilled desert night.
Disco Bob begins bobbing his head doing his best Andy Gibb imitation as he breaks into a passionate solo version of the LA Hustle and soon is shaking his bootie for the three strangers ( or perhaps horrified family members) look on with mystified abhorrence.
Finally the song draws to an end as the bus pulls up to the stop and suddenly Disco Bob and his audience are gone perhaps having fled to safer areas of Sin City away from disco dancing public transit commuters or perhaps to get their inebriated family member somewhere away from the Bee Gees, Andy Gibb and the other evil temptations of the city without a conscious or taste.
What does it mean ?? I don’t have the foggiest idea. Las Vegas is a city full of people who come to be noticed and usually end up being just another face in the Disco themed crowd.
A man stands on his balcony half dressed and shouts woo hoo, another man displays his assets for all to see, in another a tough guy stares on in amazement as a wandering beggar steals a sip of diet coke from the cup on his table and working girl named Sue walks out the door with a man’s wallet in her hand. . .
Such is life in the City of Sin
Take care fellow Sinners