Post by Brendan on Jun 8, 2009 23:34:47 GMT
In September 1971, the Hop skipped across McSweeney Road into a hundred year old derelict building, and the Disco was born on the Curragh. The half wooden, half concrete billet was transformed into a glitzy pad of florescent lights, purple painted walls with animated shapes splattered on the wood and asbestos panelling without sense or meaning. The rafter over the centre of the dance floor is ideal for the star-gazing ball bouncing psychedelic colours around the room in a rotating manner.
The DJ, Sergeant Gleason does a cracking job with the new Hi Fi equipment. At 14, I envy my friend Jim Sullivan and the older lads and girls making their way past the bouncers wearing bell-bottoms and floral dresses.
‘I’ll catch you later,’ Sully says.
Fantasizing my youth away I stand gazing at legs and female smiles entering the disco. Pondering the what ifs of the world listening to Rod Stewart 'You Wear It Well,' Marc Bolan singing, ‘Hot Love’ and Johnny Nash seductively singing ‘I Can See Clearly Now.’ My feelings are older but my age remains the same.
Immaturity, insufficient money and Daddy’s d**ned curfew pokes fun at me every Tuesday night. No matter how I apply Brylcream and don my older brother’s leather jacket, I can’t shake off my age. Later, the bouncers pull me from the line while I mingle with the Newbridge crowd that just got off Hal Conway’s bus. Clemency is usually granted when Mickey Prender mans the door. He must be on duty elsewhere tonight cos I can't get in.
Good memories – anyone else remember?
Brendan
The DJ, Sergeant Gleason does a cracking job with the new Hi Fi equipment. At 14, I envy my friend Jim Sullivan and the older lads and girls making their way past the bouncers wearing bell-bottoms and floral dresses.
‘I’ll catch you later,’ Sully says.
Fantasizing my youth away I stand gazing at legs and female smiles entering the disco. Pondering the what ifs of the world listening to Rod Stewart 'You Wear It Well,' Marc Bolan singing, ‘Hot Love’ and Johnny Nash seductively singing ‘I Can See Clearly Now.’ My feelings are older but my age remains the same.
Immaturity, insufficient money and Daddy’s d**ned curfew pokes fun at me every Tuesday night. No matter how I apply Brylcream and don my older brother’s leather jacket, I can’t shake off my age. Later, the bouncers pull me from the line while I mingle with the Newbridge crowd that just got off Hal Conway’s bus. Clemency is usually granted when Mickey Prender mans the door. He must be on duty elsewhere tonight cos I can't get in.
Good memories – anyone else remember?
Brendan
