Delightful furry animal disco track from Deutschland, made in 1981.
The 3rd in the series based on the club lists in Vince Aletti’s book The Disco Files. The time is October 1976, the music tracks like Night People by Fantastic Four that were introduced at discos earlier as promos and imports. Now out commercially, the records are being pumped thru radios all over, in cars, stores, cocktail bars, hair salons, especially in New York.
The heart of New York is awash with the sound. Talking about Times Square area, the neon-lit urban jungle of blocks around Broadway and Seventh & Eight Avenue, stretching from West 42nd to West 47th Streets. Massage parlours, fast food joints, cinemas showing grotesque exploitation and porn films 24 hours a day, every day of the year. People pushing and shoving, loitering around doorways, pimps, pushers, prostitutes, junkies and alcoholics everywhere. Weird smells, smoke, deafening noise, sirens, screams, disco music.
This rich undergrowth of American culture is all gone now, nothing remains of the once vibrant, dangerous and exciting scene. All the cinemas are either gone or transformed and the filth is all cleaned up. Where once films like Rump Humpers or Trap Them And Kill Them lured in the curious or the homeless the latest Pixar animations now play for whole families. Everything is destroyed forever.
The Story is best told in Tales Of Times Square by Josh Alan Friedman, out by Feral House Books as an expanded edition:
“A six-foot-tall black hooker in a blond wig comes strutting down Eighth Avenue. “Wanna go out?” she asks to businessmen walking by. No response. “Looking for a date?”. No-one acknowledges her presence. She stands more aggressively in the middle of the sidewalk, grabbing pedestrians. “Wanna date, honey? Lookin for some sex? Wanna good time? How ‘bout a suck and fuck?”. Everybody just brushes her aside. She feels desperate and screams “DON’T NO ONE WANNA PAY FOR MAH PUSSY?”.
You get to go to Platos’s Retreat, live shows offering couples on stage, greasy restaurants, whorehouses, strip clubs plus all the grindhouses and pornies like The Harem on 249 West: “A double bill of second-run porn is showing, Titillation and Never Enough. Two long, narrow rows of seats are occupied by black transvestites, pre-op transsexuals, subway toilet queens, and confused Japanese tourists. Night and day, they live here for five bucks. Not one empty seat. Ghastly, open-mouthed faces lie unconscious, others are smoking, wheezing, spitting, festering in the warmth of each other’s disease.”
I so want to go back to Times Square but can’t. We still have the music, though.