Tomorrow night there is a little thing I like to call "Retro Night" occurring at the Marquee club in Halifax. Mostly I call it that because that is what it is called. Look, I am always a fan of getting over the past. But sometimes you just need to accept some facts, and that fact is people will always have an obsession with the decade they were kids in. And 20-somethings, with our disposal incomes and foolish morals have always been the bullseye target of advertisers (not to be confused with the chain of target stores). Remember in the 90s when all of a sudden the 70s were an excuse for hip? We were served up some Austin Powers, some bell bottoms some Sarah Jessica Parker. In the 70s, they were being served up the 50s on a platter with some Sandy and Rizzo Greasing it up. And what's "hep" now? The 80s. How ironic that we're celebrating the 80s by not only re-embracing the electric colours but also the hard economic times.
But that's not what retro night is all about. Retro night is about dancing from decades past--decades light on pre-1970s material. Dancing like these folks:
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Mullington, I had to, for some reason, create a blog just to post this simple comment:
I wish I could dance like Abba.
it was a lot of doins, but it was worth it. then I made a typo in my first comment and was embarrassed so i deleted it and tried again.
Wait, who do I know who works at a record store? Who are you? Please get me records. Wait is this Kristen? You work at HMV. That is no sort of record store. You work at a CD store. No one buys records.
dammit my anonymity is blown
also: this one guy once bought a record from hmv. true story!
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