Last night I went to see some friends' bands play at Radioactive Records (the one in Fort Lauderdale, not the U.K.). A highlight was Boise Bob, who plays twisted country ditties accompanied by a washboard and a big ole bass made of an oar, a strong length of string, and a metal tub perfect for bobbing for apples. Good stuff.
But the big sparkle find of the night was a double album set I picked up by Sylvester, the fab and forever reigning cabaret-tranny-king-and-queen of disco. The album folds open to a panoramic shot of on-stage Sylvester, decked in a blue and silver sequined jumpsuit and flanked by Two Tons O' Fun/Weather Girls Izora Rhodes and Martha Washington. Playing hard behind the power trio, most of the 1979 San Francisco Symphony in white tie and tails.
Glam, glitter, and musicianship. A reckless plunge into whatever felt good and sounded fast and smooth and kinda dirty. This is some of what I dig about 70s disco.