When I Grow Up, I Want To Open A Roller Disco

Scottieholics! Salutations! For those who have followed The Absent Minded Housewife blogs, you'll notice the semi-reference from her November 18, 2008 entry in the title. For a well part of many, many years, I've been shopping and collecting disco music. For those who are not familiar with my entry, it is posted here at Scottropolis in its original format. For those who have followed me since my 360 days and had not read it, shame on you. For a good month and some change, Jack Frost pushed up on us once again. The child inside of me glowed and goaded me into the disco collection once again. I just couldn't help but the innocent times being in my Snoopy jammies, watching cartoons, and eating a plate of hot grits. There were some winter mornings of listening to the background music from "The Price is Right" as Bob Barker goes through the prizes.



But that scenario is another story for another day. I couldn't help but think about opening a roller disco. It'd be cool to skate to Rhythm Heritage's version of Stevie Wonder's "My Cherie Amour." For those who are not familiar of the group, they did the theme to the 1970s show, "S.W.A.T."

Here's a little Golden Girls reference. Rest in peace, Estelle Getty. Picture this. A roller disco on a winter 1977 night. Warm sounds of "My Cherie Amour" coming from the vinyl record playing in the DJ booth. You and that special someone skating together cheek to cheek. Basking under the dim lights with a mild touch of red, green, and blue lights. Disco ball spinning on the ceiling. That sounds like something a parent or two would tell their child.

With all of this snow on the ground, I really can't help but think about those innocent times. Granted each generation will have their own take about innocent times. I can see the kids today telling their kids about having broadband internet and PS3. I'll just be sitting back talking about an Atari 2600 and dealing with rabbit ears. Well, this concludes the entry. In the meantime, arrivederci and Godspeed.

Before I really depart, here's a clip of the trailer from "Roller Boogie". If I bump into a young Linda Blair look-a-like, I may be forced to shut down Scottropolis.