Hello everyone. Let’s give a warm welcome to Debbie and Cyndi. Two unique women who dance to their own drummers…..whose talents encompass a variety of musical fields in two decidedly different decades. These ladies can pop and rock, disco down or jazz it up, sing the blues, or pour their soul into a ballad. Their many talents run the full gamut and they have led the way for a new kind of woman in music, adding their own twist and turns to rock and roll.
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The Women of Rock Redux Part 3 – Debbie and Cyndi……and music. Chapter 1 – Debbie!
Posted in Opinion with tags A Girl With A Camera “The Picture Taker”, Angel and the Snake, avant-garde, ballad, BBC Radio, Bernard Edwards, Billboard Hot 100, Blondie, blues, Bob Segarini, Broadway, Camelot, CBGB, Chic, chutzpah, Cyndi Lauper, DBAWIS, Debbie Harry, Disco, Don’t Believe A Word I Say, Eddie Bullen, funk, gay pride, go-go dancer, Grammy’s, H.R. Giger, Jazz, Julie Andrews, Kinky Boots, LGBT, luvthemusic, Max’s Kansas City, New Wave, New York Times, Nile Rodgers, Pat Blythe, Pop, Pride Toronto, Punk, reggae, Richard Burton, Rock, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Rodney Bingenheimer, Rolling Stone Magazine, ska, smooth jazz, Smooth Jazz Cruise, Stillettoes, Stonewall 50 – WorldPride NYC, The Jazz Passengers, The Muppet Show, The Wind in the Willows, Thunder Dome Sounds, U.S. on May 12, 2021 by segariniJustin Smallbridge: New York City Noise
Posted in Opinion with tags Blondie, CBGB's, DBAWIS, Disco, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Justin Smallbridge, Kool Herc, music, New York, New York Dolls, Nicky Siano, Origins of Disco, Origins of Punk, Punk, Ramones, Records, Studio 54 on August 19, 2013 by segariniAll the sins blamed on “disco” (such as it was at the end of the 1970s and beginning of the 1980s) — cocaine, amyl nitrate, sexually transmitted disease, The Ritchie Family, Andy Gibb — are nothing compared to the ugliness of “Disco Sucks.” The stigma’s so powerful that even now, nobody would dare call it disco. It was “house” for a while, and these days people call it “EDM,” a clumsy catch-all acronym that stands for “electronic dance music,” although it sounds more like another disco-era sexually transmitted disease. (“I’m sorry, but the only remedy for EDM is a series of painful injections, taking this foul-smelling tincture six times a day and applying this stinky salve to the affected area…”)