Thursday, January 14, 2010

I Used to be a Rock Chick with Rock Chique...

Or as it was known back in the 80's street cred. I could out dance the best of them, was the one who people whispered about behind cupped hands "She's here..."

My favourite song to cut loose to was "Too Drunk to Fuck" by the Dead Kennedys. Shit, I could move. Danced all night, every night. Alcohol had little effect on my lithe system, probably could put it down to youth, a fast metabolism, and the dance, dance, dance burning it out of my body as quickly as I put it in. I never suffered hangovers back then, they were a much later development.

Went to a party
I danced all night
I drank 16 beers
And I started up a fight

But now I am jaded
You're out of luck
I'm rolling down the stairs
Too drunk to fuck



Lycra was my cloth of choice, freedom to move, no revealing issues if I backflipped or did the splits, and I had great legs that glistened in the shiny, tight material.


1982



My favourite beverage is still so - Southern and Coke. Though it is now Diet Coke as the sweetness of the original makes me feel blah. All I need is a whiff of the nectar and I feel 19 again, dancing on the tables.







Had the hair that never moved too much unless I was flicking it around cutting loose. You know the permed, gelled, sprayed tousled messy tangle that passed as sexy in that era...


1986




And I danced on pencil thin stiletto heels, usually boots, but sometimes those towering court shoes, even lost one into the band room at Newcastle Workers one night. Sailed clear across the stage over the lead singer, clearing the bass player, much to their amusement. Luckily I knew them all well, had grown up with a couple of them. Damn those high kicks, knee parallel to shoulder... I had to limp sheepishly back to reclaim it from security amidst masses of laughter.




Ah, those were the days!




7 comments:

Cathy said...

Oh yes the perm! And the Southern! Although I had to have a few of the former before I would let loose on the dance floor. I do seem to remember having a liking for black russians back then too. I'm referring to the drink ladies. And the Workers Clubs or Leagues Clubs were the places to go. Ahhh sweet memories. Love the photos.

Melanie said...

I definately had the same hair do as you but the southern didnt come till my 30s when I found that the sugar rush of it helped to do housework lol(or black out the tediousness of it). I was a black russian girl myself:)

InfoMidwife said...

I still drink Southern but now with soda water it tastes great not so sweet...... do you still dance in pencil thin stilettos?

Kellyansapansa said...

Aaah, isn't it fabulous to reminisce? You've inspired me to dig out my own photos from my youth - not sure I'm brave enough to share them though!

Madmother said...

Not stilettos as such, but I do have a pair of kick-arse high-heeled boots that I move pretty well in...

PinkPatentMaryJanes said...

Aaaah, the memories - and chances are we were next to each other in those mosh pits!

Mad Woman said...

Wow...you really DID rock the 80s! Thanks for stopping by my space!