I worked Thursdays to Sundays at an inner city Sydney disco so I didn’t see the first televised performance (or, at least, its most celebrated) but it was impossible to miss this Vanda & Young-penned musical juggernaut, either when it was demolishing music charts around the world (Top 5 through much of Europe, Number 3 in Australia and topped Billboard US’s Adult Contemporary Charts) or since then. Last Dance was off the Thank God It’s Friday soundtrack, a truly great song, and historically notable for being the only disco song to ever win an Academy Award (Yes, I hear you say, Xanadu was robbed!!!!).Ĥ/ John Paul Young – Love Is In The Air: As much as I was huge Countdown fan (as indeed anyone of a certain age was in Australia), I never saw the 30 April 1978 live broadcast of John Paul Young singing Love Is In The Air.
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Even more interestingly, it may be one of my favourite soundtracks but it’s not necessarily my favourite disco movie that honour would go to Thank God It’s Friday.ģ/ Donna Summer – Last Dance: Speaking of which, Donna Summer was a HUGE part of my disco years her first Casablanca single, Love To Love You Baby was in 1975, when it really started, disco-wide, for both Donna and myself. Interestingly, Saturday Night Fever is one of only six albums to reach sales of more 40 million. It’s difficult to choose just one Bee Gees song off this amazing double album maybe More Than A Woman, although it wasn’t released as a single, or Night Fever but I’ll stick with this sensuous ballad. Burn, baby, burn.Ģ/ Bee Gees – How Deep Is Your Love: Again from the biggest movie of 1977-78. Coincidentally, I’ve previously noted that I want this song played at my funeral. This time around, it made the mainstream charts, reaching Number 11 on the Billboard Hot 100. So we’ll start the list with the most obvious:ġ/ The Tramps – Disco Inferno: Although initially released in 1976 (when it reached Number One on the Billboard Dance charts), it became an even bigger hit in 1978 with a 10 minute 54 second version via the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack.
It falls within the Golden Era of disco, rich with lush orchestrations, before the 80s ushered in synthesizers. In terms of music, 1978 is one of my favourite years, just as the 1970s is one of my favourite decades. OK, maybe it’s more what I was and would have been listening to during the same period but same same. If you were wondering just what these passengers might have been listening to within Sonny’s encompassing velvet confines, here’s just such a list. The nights were blocked out with celebrities, models, disco dollies and more executive types who, depending on their proclivities, travelled from high-end restaurants to Studio 54, Plato’s Retreat or any of a number of bath houses where cleanliness was not a prerequisite. His dayswould be blocked out by stockbrokers and other Wall Street types, pre-generational Masters of the Universe, hoovering up lines of cocaine as they shuttled around town. But I like to think that Sonny had a parallel existence in some other reality, cruising the streets of New York City as a treasured member of a prestige limousine service. In reality, the Lincoln was shipped off to Rotman Lincoln-Mercury, a dealership in Maquokta, Iowa, about 300 kilometres west of Chicago. There was portent in the air they knew this was something special, despite this plant having largely concentrated on Lincolns since it opened in 1957 (and it was a Town Car that was the last off the assembly line when the facility closed in 2007). On Thursday 15 June 1978, Sonny Corleone was welcomed to the world, rolling off the Ford assembly line in Wixom, MI, to the cheers of hundreds of assembled factory workers. Protective of all who come in contact with him but sensitive enough to show a girl a good time (at a wedding, no less). Powerful as much as powerfully built, dependable and loyal. He’s (and here I’m referring to the car) that’s kinda guy. So the first issue to address is….why the hell Sonny Corleone? Just to be clear, I’m not talking Mario Puzo’s ill-fated member of the fictional crime family but my 1978 Lincoln Continental Town Car. Happy Birthday!!! Sonny Corleone (no, the other one) turns 40.
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