Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Oh, you again...
The lovely and vivacious Borgo sent a message today, asking that I update a writeup to reflect that the subject individual had passed on.
I was sixteen years old and Donna Summer's music was part of the soundtrack of my coming of age in so many different ways. The dance music of the late '70s and early '80s still gets my blood pumping, even today, and even though my musical taste has grown and changed over the years.
Now, but for "I Feel Love," the rest of Summer's music was a bit too mainstream, a bit too pop for me, even then. I mean, how hackneyed and cliche is playing a tune called "Last Dance" as the DJ's final tune... every single night for years?! Perhaps what's getting to me is the fact that yet another pop icon has died and that it's reminding me of my own mortality. Someone whose music we used to party to is dead.
Boy, do I just hate that.