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I Was A 70s Go Go Dancer!
Time for a change, and what a change it was!
I was 17 years old when I became a Go Go Dancer. I had just started going to nightclubs. 16 if you count the sneaking out with my friends and 'accidently' forgetting what the time was, while rolling in at half three in the morning!
Was I a wild child? I don't like to think so, but yep pretty much! After school I decided to totally change my image. I had been bullied, picked on and my life had been made hell, so when I put that horrible place behind me I went slightly nuts. But in a good way.
At 17 I started dyeing my hair. Its always been dark, but I went blond and stayed blond. Right up to the present day. Its probably gone slightly grey now, but who knows? lol! That blond dye is my friend, and like all friends it stays by my side.
By the time I was 17 I had made friends with a girl called Jenny. My mum took one look at her and said 'Out the door'! She knew her type. So did I but it excited me, I wanted to be like that.
So the change began.
Dance Little Lady Dance!
A walk on the wild side!
I had recently started work, so I used to meet Jenny in the dinner hour, then go back to her place after work. My mum knew, but she was wise enough not to push it. By telling me not to see her, it would have made me stick in my heels and not let go. So she kept quiet.
Jenny was a doer. She did everything, from taking the wrong stuff, to having 'relationships' with lots of guys. She was a year older than me, but it seemed like ten years older.
She told me that she danced for a living. I was so innocent I didn't know what that meant. I kept away from the hard stuff, never took it. And my boyfriends were an innocent play of being grown up at that stage.
One day she said Tom the DJ was looking for dancers to help with his disco. I just presumed she meant dancing with the crowd. Little did I know it meant getting on a small stage and shaking your butt to the loud music. But I thought, Hell why not?
So on that first Friday night, we got on the bus and headed off to the gig in the next town.
Time to Go Go!
Its was a huge nightclub. The mirror ball on the ceiling was beautiful, reflecting the lights onto the crowd, and the music was thumping. Tom had already set up and the crowd was just beginning to get started. Drinking and dancing, flirting and just having a good time.
I noticed that there were two little stages. Each one was on the right and left of the sound system where Tom was playing the records.
We had been told to 'Wear something appropriate'. Jenny had taken one look at my jeans and sweater shook her head and said, 'Oh no'. Grabbed a revealing top and threw it at me. The jeans stayed on. This time.
I was so nervous! I scooted over to the stage and jumped up. The music started playing and I started swaying. Soon the music took over and me and Jenny were going for it!
Soon there was a break in the music and Tom shouted, 'Come on down girls and go get 'em'!
So we swayed through the crowd looking for the best male dancers, grabbing this one, flirting with that one and so on.
Soon we grabbed a few, and the music changed to slow. I felt myself being swept up by a good looking guy and the dance took over.
Then back came the disco music and we were back on that stage.
My Party Piece Go Go Dance Music!
'Dancing is creating a sculpture that is visible only for a moment'. - Erol Ozan
Too conservative? Nah I don't think so!
After the music had stopped, and it was time to go home I jumped off that stage and ran over to Jenny.
'Well?' She said. 'I love it' I replied.
This was the beginning. We went on to do six more nightclubs, and a couple of local town halls.
There was some hilarious moments as you can imagine!
At one time we had to do a local job down the town hall. It was the Young Conservative Political Debate Night Disco! Phew what a mouthful!
I remember thinking, 'Oh this is going to be fun'! Loads of posh toffs trying to dance while clutching their handbags and trying to be above the rest of us!
When we got there it was just that! They were all sat round the tables at the end of the room, staring down their noses at each other.
Tom had already set up so when the music started me and Jenny stood of to one side, to make sure that, Toms words not mine...'They can get relaxed a bit' Before we hit the stage.
Me and Jenny both knew the real reason! We were going to scare the hell out of them when we got up on that stage with our mini skirts, skimpy tops and knee high boots! Ha!
Love this one! Bit early, 1960s but very similar.Only in the 70s it was much wilder!
Oh Those Boots!
Causing a riot!
Soon they were bopping to the music, hair swirling with bows all tied neatly at the back, and the guys with their tux all dapper and ship shape.
Then we were called up. Tom decided to play our 'Party Piece'! LOL!
Hawkwind Silver Machine! YeeHaw!
The music started to thump and get louder and louder. We started to girate and sway, then as one, we both got on our knees and started hair swirling, and swaying to that music! The music takes ya, boy does it!
My hair was long, so was Jenny's so you can imagine the impact! Low tops getting lower, mini skirts and swirling hair. Boy did we give it some!
Then the music started to fade away and we slowly stood up. To silence.
We looked out at the dance floor. The girls were sitting on their seats by the tables, looking so prigging prim it was beyond belief, and the guys? Well lets just say that if their jaws got any lower the would have been scooping up floor dust!
Then the stampede started!
Tom put the next record on and every, and I mean every single guy dived for the stage to dance with us! It was madness!
Tom was yelling by this time. 'Guys take it easy, you are supposed to be dancing with the other girls'!
it took us ten whole minutes to escape the clutches of the sweaty spotty teenage boys. Let me tell ya, I needed a stiff drink after that! lol!
Tom just pointed at the door and mouthed 'Go, go out now, before it gets nasty'!
We belted for the doors, laughing our heads off!
And when we got outside we just looked at each other and collapsed with more laughter.
What a night!
How To Go Go Modern Style! (Start 1 min 30)
Dance is the hidden language of the soul” - Martha Graham
Onwards and upwards!
We only did a few more after that. Tom decided to throw in his decks so to speak, and me and Jenny had a huge argument.
She decided that I was a 'goody goody' not sleeping around and found another girl who was more 'appropriate'.
So that was the end of that. I missed it, but that was okay. I met up with other friends and became a Punk Rocker......but that's another story!
Get up and Go!
So if you want to have a go at Go Go dancing why not give it a try? You don't have to jump on a stage in the middle of a nightclub, or take your clothes of in public, just give it a try at home, its great fun, and you will lose those lbs in no time.
And the good thing is, you don't have to be a great dancer behind closed doors, just swing your arms, shake your tush and go for it!
Here's the video, now get dancing!
You Go Go Girl!
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