Patrice Rushen ... how she made us single gents sweat....
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A haunting tune with a bit of recurring synth violin (sounding like a steadily, beating Alfred Hitchcock sound effect), electric piano and a snappy, punchy, unforgettable bass line (with a nice a capella solo in the middle of the song), I was dancing my platform heels off (actually, it was more like a drunken stagger) at Channel 80, a Disco in Long Island where 1) my friend George was always meeting girls and disappearing, and where 2) they had a free midnight buffet so I would feed my super-efficient [sigh] metabolism with mini-pizzas, egg rolls and cocktail weenies before walking out to the parking lot alone.
Of course George was long gone, which is why we took separate cars.
This song brings me back to my first apartment, with its agonies and occasional victories.
Turn up the volume, turn on the bass boost, clcik on the link or the video player below, and let your blood pulse to the riveting straight-four beat of Patrice Rushen. Is it my imagination, or is someone wearing Aramis, or perhaps Polo, by Ralph Lauren? Hmmmm.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Amzp7W0RkPA&feature=related
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