Tales of the Midwest: Horror of Horrors

Jim Dee
Jim Dee
Oct 5, 2017 · 13 min read
Photo is adapted from “soul train géant — engrenages13” by Les Champs Libres (Flickr, Creative Commons).

Dancing is like bank robbery, it takes split second timing.

~ Twyla Tharp

Some of the earlier memories of music I can clearly remember are of disco. The year was 1978. We lived in Independence, Missouri (home town of Harry S. Truman) and, like so many others in the world, my father took a liking to disco. If you know my father, you’re now saying something to yourself like, “What the fuck?” But, it’s true. He certainly didn’t aspire to be John Travolta, though. The men in my family just don’t dance (which is the ultimate point of this story). But, I think he was into the whole sound of it — appreciating the way those Moogs and synthesizers created that certain thick ambience throughout a room.




Hawthorne Crow

Tales, rants, observations — blog of Jim Dee, long-haired smart ass, self-employed web developer, hyper-creative writer, musician, renaissance man, defiant, prone to philosophization, as-always a pyro, ever-frustrated cat owner, free agent, bandanna wearer.

Jim Dee

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Jim Dee

Web guy at ArrayWebDevelopment.com; author of books & blogs. See: JPDbooks.com.

Hawthorne Crow

Tales, rants, observations — blog of Jim Dee, long-haired smart ass, self-employed web developer, hyper-creative writer, musician, renaissance man, defiant, prone to philosophization, as-always a pyro, ever-frustrated cat owner, free agent, bandanna wearer.

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