April 5, 2007
Every 10-year-old girl that was growing up in the 70s, pre-digital, had to have a disco flashing-light record player…I think.
Here’s my tribute. At home, I’ve got a fragile little plastic phono pulsating away, with flashing colored lights, suspended in mid-air, mid-leap, as it were. Flanked by “Flashdance” on the left, “Fame” on the right.
NAME THAT GATEFOLD
Then there’s the most famous of disco records. How deep is your make-up? How high the platforms? One glance and you’ve guessed this one. And to think this innocent lad would end up in Pulp Fiction.