Pure, vintage eighty-five Hi NRG right here, kids.
Bodymap adopted this track for their show in 1985 and it became our “must dance” track for the season. That year they brought their show to the Palladium in NYC. This track reminds me of those shows, foreign dancefloors, coming home exhausted at dawn and being ready for another night out by sundown.
”Men can wear skirts,” Mr. Holah commented. ”I sometimes walk around in a dress just to show the world that we don’t have to be what they say we must be. I like it when people have strong feelings about it.”
”Our clothes are really a form of questioning,” he said. ”The whole girl-boy thing in our clothes is about how I feel about girls and boys. When I was in school the boys and girls were not allowed to mix. And as a boy you weren’t allowed to have a girl as a friend. You were forced to have a girlfriend. Otherwise you weren’t normal. There’s always been a macho thing here. So we make clothes that show that the sexes can be mixed together even to the extent that we can borrow from each other. We’re experiencing ourselves.”
The state of the house music B-side in 1985 is defined in this often forgotten Frankie scandal. The vibe, you call it “cha-cha.” These beats are causing it. Everyone is going up. The juxtaposition of the ostinato bass line against the smiling jazzy vocal lick creates an un-easy tension in your white ass. It’s “goya oh boy-a” time at the club and you are getting scared. Some ghetto puta is threatening to cut you. (Hey, bad trips were part of it too you know.) Coats are being stolen to this track. Your friends left and you’re in danger of being battled by a Ganza. All around you it’s bugged eyes and duck lips (con one eyebrow up) for some deranged modeling. “Ay lobe it too mush.” ¡Escandalo!
Frankie knew the latin rhythms inside out, backwards, upside down and around the corner into a box. Ahhkay? ¡Goza!
Now you know what everybody means when they say, “The music in the clubs was so much better then.”