This might not have been her best known or most innovative track, but it was the first time that I remember hearing Donna Summer’s music – and it struck a chord with my teenage self.
It seems quite appropriate to me, as I can imagine her rejoicing in the opportunity to join that ghostly dinner party full of deceased icons at long last.
Rest in peace, Donna – and thank you for the music. Your voice will continue to thrill us, as will those incredible tunes.
While I was playing this for the fourth time in a row you did the heavy lifting Zalamanda
Were you planning a post? I’m sorry if I stepped on any toes.
Hey no, thanks for saving me the bother of planning
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err … and excuse that weird blobby face, I was smiling and blowing kisses in real life. I do have a weird blobby face in real life tho’ it must be said
Do you mean your charming stone-and-feather beach art face? It’s very nice.
And weird blobby faces have been known to occur when our beloved musical icons leave us.
From where I’m looking there’s a sour-faced-scowly-smiley-gone-wrong-probably–cos-that-boomerang-just-smacked-him-in-the-chops.
My noble savage is from the Jurassic Coast last autumn
Wonderful clips. She was magnificent, wasn’t she?