Marked This Day

On this day in 1979, baseball killed disco. You wouldn’t normally associate sports with musical trends, but this day was a convergence of multiple opportunities which turned a silly promotion into a free fall death knell for disco music. It was the Disco Demolition. A simple idea. Bring your disco records to Comisky to get a cheap ticket, and they’d blow up your crappy disco records. They didn’t really think it was going to be that big a deal. And I get it. Cause people had to buy those records at some point, right? They liked the music at some point. It made them happy. I’m not particularly proud of the PM Dawn (who remembers them?) CD I bought back in grammar school, but I never felt the need to blow it up. Hey, “I’d Die Without You” was a jam. But people underestimated the hatred that disco can ignite. Which I can also understand. I’m glad we got Bee Gees, and I guess Travolta was okay before he went Clear with Scientology, but other than that...not much. Still, what happened at D

On this day in 1989, Rod Stewart was doing his thing on stage. Prancing around. All high energy, Rod-the-Mod like and trying to be all overtly-sexy and what not. I’d imagine. I wasn’t there. I was six. But at some point of the performance he bonked his head. I didn’t imagine that. Bonked it so hard that he knocked himself out. I wonder if he were in the middle of “Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?” I’m sure knocking yourself out during a performance is rather embarrassing, but if it happened during that song he may never have found out she, in fact, wanted his body. Truth is, you need to be careful dealing with an abundance of overt sexiness. Because, let’s face that is what knocked Rod out. Sexiness. I’m not positive it was his own sexiness--never really got the Sexy Rod thing. But let’s just suppose he was in fact singing “Da Ya Think I’m Sexy.” That’s a lot of overt-sexiness build-up. And do you know what happens when there is too much of an overt-sexiness build up? People start getting knocked