Dim the lights, pump up the volume, and join us as we imagine a future where we won’t be dancing on our own.
With Deja vu, Giorgio Moroder rips a page right out of the Calvin Harris/David Guetta/Steve Aoki playbook.
Like anyone who’s been covering what’s become, as the party line goes, “the closest Best Picture race in recent memory,” I’ve gone through many mental rewrites of this top-prize breakdown.
The lesson of Love to Love You Donna isn’t so much “don’t mess with perfection,” but rather “don’t bother trying to gild the lily of genius.”
It bows fully to hedonism in lieu of all the scholarly theories on disco’s lasting impact—a tidy but gutless way of tying together so many disparate arguments by such disparate people.
Rest in peace high up where the stallion meets the sun.
Crayons had us wishing that Summer would have found a few more songwriters who have at least graduated to using markers.
Fox News’s Roger Friedman has called for a boycott of Rolling Stone.
The then-thriving disco label Casablanca Records’s studio showcase flick Thank God It’s Friday feels like a quarterly preview reel shown to stockholders.
One of the few infamous disco flicks that was actually made before the death of disco, though you wouldn’t know it from the sad evidence on display.
The emails were mostly informative and insightful, sometimes infuriating and self-important, but almost always funny as shit…at least to us.
Throughout, the direct segues between songs turn Summer’s career into a luscious DJ set.