Mom and Dad, you might not want to read this… just saying.When I was in high school, I snuck out one night under the guise of going to a movie. I imagine it was 1981 or 82. The drinking age was 18 at the time, so if you looked old enough, you got in. I went to the Scaramouche bar with my friend Chris and we nervously waited in line hoping we wouldn’t be carded at the door. The Scaramouche was a tacky place on the south side of Toledo, tucked into the corner of a strip mall. The place looked like every tacky post-disco club trying to stay alive, the feature I recall most was the stainless steel dance floor which did crazy things with the lights and lasers.
Once we passed into the club, the first song I remember hearing was Blondie’s “Rapture.” The song is a funky mix of disco, rap, hip hop, and, well, Blondie. We skipped the lines at the bar and jumped on the floor shaking our butts to the great tune pumping on the speakers. To this day, whenever the song comes on, I crank it up and dance like it’s the 1900’s. The song has been in my brain for the past three decades, and never gets old.
So, on the eve of the Rapture (2011 version, ignore all those others) I present the song that captured my young club kid heart.
Enjoy, and we’ll see you on the other side.