What song signalled the end of your dancing days.

[nrgbeat]

What song or musical style made you not want to frequent clubs any longer?

[QUINNY]

failing a DJ audition for the first and last time. Otherwise, I'd still be there, getting a buzz from the music......maybe.

[paul]

The early 90s Electric Slide thing was the nail in the coffin for me. What little enthusiam I had left virtually died with that dance.

[BrunoRepublic]

"Mr. Vain" by Culture Beat. Everything sounded exactly like that song for the next several years. By the time it was finally over, I was too old to be seriously clubbing.

[ComputerDisco]

The mainstreaming of Goth Culture ruined all the New York Goth clubs. Only the Pyramid is left now of the ones I used to frequent, and it's definitely not what it once was. But since most of the stuff that I listened to in clubs was either underground or older Goth/New Wave/dark disco, there was no one song that alienated me to club life. It was a change in the culture that did it. Now you can buy Goth Gear at Garden State Plaza mall, right across the way from a pet store and a piercing pagoda. Commercialization eventually kills everything that was ever real and genuine and different.

[markydefad]

I think I really lost interest about the time of Stacey Q's "Two Of Hearts". I bought 12" singles by the bands I liked for a few more years....but stopped going to Probe to dance at the end of 1986. Stacey Q & her ilk upped +2 on the Technics 1200s to keep the "speed queens" happy-- made me wanna hurl. :x

My dancing shoes were retired except for rare retro-evenings.

[Nano]

Around 1985 I stopped to go to the "trendy" clubs; at that time they were playing things like "I like Chopin" and "Big in Japan". Basically I was more attracted by the rock scene of the day and went to see many bands.
Still I kept going to parties (mostly on the University) and then to a club full of college pals, where there was more of a rock sound. Around 1989 I decided my time was done: I hated the house sound by then, but the main reason was that I concluded I was not the kind of guy who could pick up an unknown girl at a club (I'm more of a talky guy and my looks don't say much). So when I left college, it was over.
But I still go to private parties, and sometimes make 'em at home. Of course there's plenty of disco stuff 8)

[born2disco]

Oh dear. Poor retired luvs.

My dancing days are far from over!

[Videoskooter]

Like I have said allready many times before. For me the magic was gone when stuff like Gazebo, Hazell Dean, Bronski Beat was conquering the clubs.

Secondly when remixes of vintage stuff, done by terrible people like Jellybean "Tchak-tchak-toc-toc-prrrrt-tingatingadinc-toc-toc"Benitez were the new flavour. Those guys definitely had sex with their drumcomputers, I'm convinced of that. Those rmx were an insult to me.

And the apocalypse came when three little piggies, called, Stockie, Aitkie and Watermannie, blew our house down. OMG,
again and again, they sucked: Kylie, Jason, Rick Yuckley, Mel & Kim, nnnoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!! The brave Belgians developped the New Beat, especially to destroy them :evil:

[Nano]

Remember those remixes in the first days of the sampler? They were soooo ugly! Not only there was nothing new from the master takes, but also they kept triggering those false echo FX when the people were singing the tune!
Example: in "What you need" by INXS poor Mike Hutchence ended singing something like "W-W-W-Wha-Wha-Wha-a-a-a-What you nee-ee-ee-ee-d!" Bleeech!

[originalbigm]

It was tough to hustle to the likes of ABC,Thompson Twins,New Order,Thomas Dolby,Human League etc.I think for me my serious dancing died in the early eighties with the influx of British electropop.

[efunk_adelic]

Around the time when BLACK BOX, CE CE PENISTON came around. When techno took over... and the main music was 130bpm's or more.... was a real turnoff. :-?

[judydoggie]

Secondly when remixes of vintage stuff, done by terrible people like Jellybean "Tchak-tchak-toc-toc-prrrrt-tingatingadinc-toc-toc"Benitez were the new flavour. Those guys definitely had sex with their drumcomputers, I'm convinced of that. Those rmx were an insult to me.

I recall when John Benitez was a new face on the scene, dee-jaying at places that, these days, he'd rather forget (and won't talk about). However, back then he could really rip it up. He sold out.

I stopped dancing for awhile. This site re-ignited my love for Disco. These days, I prefer dancing around like a fool to working out in the gym, as I'm over thirty pounds overweight. My wife thinks I'm crazy; but I'm having fun. Isn't that all that matters?

Paul - a.k.a. JudyDoggie

[Videoskooter]

I'm over thirty pounds overweight.

30 pounds :o

Now, JD, I have some good advice for you:

Left right left right left right left


Pick up the step a little bit

JD, I wanna be your drill instructor :D

And if you don't like it, yes, discodancing is a good way too!!!

[Paulo]

I stopped going around 1981/1982 and the last disco songs I vividly remember were:

1 - GOING BACK TO MY ROOTS - ODYSSEY
2 - ONE OF OUR SUBMARINES - THOMAS DOLBY
3 - TAINTED LOVE - SOFT CELL

I resurfaced again (briefly) around 1984 to discover an electronic disarray of tuiinnnnns, toooinns, tchum tchum tchum tchum, pff pff pff pff, which I hated at the time (but love now). But it was a shock at first hearing. Among the electronic confusion in my (drunk) head I remember hearing many times:

1 - ARE YOU READY? - THE ARMED GANG
2 - IOU - FREEZE
3 - TURN IT AROUND - GINO SOCCIO

From then on I dropped at discos a few more times and I remember listening to (round 1987/88):

1 - SURRENDER - SWING OUT SISTER (This was the Stuff Gun Mix which has a thrilling piano solo followed by a melancholic trumpet solo by the end of this 6 minute mix).... No! I won't mention Breakout or Twilight World which were obviously played.

2 - WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS - PET SHOP BOYS (It was the remix done by Shep Pettibone which is horrible compared to the original song).

I remember these 2 clearly. It was in a Rio Disco called ZIIG-ZAAG which doesn’t exist anymore.

Then HOUSE came in and I became full adept, going to clubs again from 1990 to 1994 (God... 10 years ago already!!!). But I loved everything from the era... Lisa Stansfield, Rozalla, Bizarre Inc, Be Noir...

Today I regret not going to discos more often in the 80's...

I probably listened to more stuff than I can remember... but... I used to drink A LOT at the discos, so some songs are blurred (to say the least).

A friend told me that there is a new disco here in Rio called THE COPA and according to him, they play late 70's plus 80's songs ONLY (probably the old standards). Still, according to him, the public’s age is around 40's to 50's... So I am seriously considering entering again in a new hard drinking period...

[Rab]

The signal that ended it for me was when I would hear these techno songs during the 80's in some of the clubs and thought these records were worth owning, and after I bought a lot of this stuff, realized I would only play it a couple of times and then go back to the oldies from the 70's which I preferred. The new music never really grew legs. It was like I was forcing myself to adapt to the different trends in music. Later I would only buy the music if I really loved it, which as time went on was becoming less and less often.

[DiscoMan]

When I got married in the fall of '78. I stayed out of Discos after that because all of those women were far too tempting and my new marriage wouldn't have lasted past the fall of '78.

[Rab]

When I got married in the fall of '78. I stayed out of Discos after that because all of those women were far too tempting and my new marriage wouldn't have lasted past the fall of '78.

...that's too bad, you missed the best year of all 1979.

[DiscoMan]

That's what I understand. I had friends who lived in Boston, Boston on Landsdown St.

[Eurodancemix]

For me, the music dies the day when House Music reared its ugly head and suddenly EVERYTHING (Hi-NRG, Freestyle, even Pop) had to have a House remix whether it fit or not.

Evenings at the Hippo in Baltimore sounded like one looooong six-hour song. Dreadful!