A thread of loose hair, one which usually lays dormant on my forehead, fidgets from the cool wind that gently rolls over my balcony's balustrade. It's mornings like these on which I reflect, over a cup of Earl Grey, how I'd fancy a more romantic life. In reality though, it's the strong South-easter gusts, that were close to blowing the sliding doors off their hinges, that made writing while drinking tea on my lumpy outdoor couch almost entirely impossible. I walked back inside after one sentence.
There are two sides to every coin. Is disco always this glimmering, horn-section dance music that features dancers in flowy pants, embracing one another, or is there a darker side? Rigopolar is the incarnate of the other side of disco. His music is cool to the Tech-heads, and fun to the Disco-enthusiasts. For that I am grateful.