Disco’s Ghost
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There once was a phantom of disco
With kids in Chicago and Frisco.
One day the old ghost
Struck out west for the coast
To connect with his grandson Francisco.

He found his way to a warehouse sized room
By tracking the 808’s boom.
He knocked three on the door,
And then four on the floor,
But the gate stayed as shut as a tomb.

Just beyond the door danced a fair crowd,
Though the house music playing so loud
Was the reason that ghost
Stood outside without host
To beckon him out of his cloud.

“These confounded children of mine,
With quantized drum rhythms in time,
Forget there’s a soul,
And a sub-bass they stole,
From Mancuso’s old musical shrine!”

But just at that moment a diva,
Arrived from a club in Geneva,
She let out a wail,
For some beats and some ale,
Else she level the place like the Shiva.

Suddenly the grand door opened up,
And Fran offered Disco a cup;
Saying, “sorry, Grandfather
But sometimes I rather
Mistake a ‘lock-down’ for lock-up!”

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Not everyone understands House music; it’s a spiritual thing; a body thing; a soul thing…….

Disco’s Ghost
Friday, August 28
Zoobizarre
6388 St. Hubert (metro Beaubien)
$5

With the sonic stylings of:
David Shaw, Davey Lähteenmaa, Adam Hodgins and Alexandre Lemieux