Yeah, that’s right, I was a kid in the 70’s

I shimmied.

I John Travolta’d.

I hustled.  And let me tell you, it’s a b**ch to hustle without a partner.

I clapped, I jived.

I even used

*gasp*

jazz hands.

And when I head Donald Duck sing “Boogay, boogay” I fell over laughing, and so did G (in his crib where he can still fall over safely).

Yes, I am proudly washing my child’s brain in Mickey Mouse Disco.  The entire album.  To which I still know ALL the lyrics even though this is the first time I’ve heard it in around 28 years.  You just don’t forget something you listened to again, and again, and AGAIN until your parents wanted to commit ritual suicide.

The other day I went searching for tapes/albums I remember from my childhood, thinking that it would be nice to introduce G to the influences that made me the crazy (but endearing, really) person I am today.

One of these was Mickey Mouse Disco, and YAY it’s available on iTunes.  When I listened to it the first time after doing my happy dance as it downloaded, I was instantly transported back to a time when my life revolved around car rides, and the music that I listened to while on them.

See, my parents were divorced, and I lived with my mom.  My dad had visitation rights — I got to see him every other weekend.  I lived about an hour away from him down windy mountain roads that were sometimes impassable when winter mudslides hit.  That meant that I spent a lot of time in the car.

If the ride was with my Grandpa (when Dad was on business trips) he’d sing Old Man River and Sixteen Tons to me.  And then we’d both sing There’s a Hole in the Bucket and She’ll Be Coming Round the Mountain together.

But if it was with Dad, I’d get to listen to my tapes, one of which was Mickey Mouse Disco.  And thank goodness I had my music to distract me since driving on those twisty roads at rocket speeds in Dad’s van, that seemed to threaten to tip over out into space over cliffs as we rounded corners, scared the snot out of me.

I also used to listen to my tapes to put me to sleep at night when I stayed at Dad’s house.  You wouldn’t think a disco version of Chim-Chim-Cheree or It’s a Small World as the natural go-to for music to encourage sleep, but it seemed to work for me.

And so, I leave you with a snippet of lyrics to inspire you as you go about your day:

Watch out watch out for Goofy
watch out for Goofy,
he’s a disco demolition!
Watch out watch out for Goofy,
watch out for Goofy,
we love him but he just can’t daaaaaance!

Please share with us what music you listened to incessantly as a child that made your parents want to hurl themselves out windows, we’re all ears!  Hee.