For years I had the musical taste of a (very happy) gay man.
Those, when I think about it now, were my good years.
I swam around in my sea of cheesiness, and danced around the South with drag queens (in heels they are taller than me) and did not have a care in the world.
And of all the songs I loved dancing to back then (and probably would love dancing to right now, if I was to hear it in a shitty bar after drinking a bottle of Malibu and being asked to (make that DEMANDED TO) dance by someone wearing sequins) this one was one of my favorites:
Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Diana Ross and a (very dirty, if you just pay attention) “Chain Reaction”.
Grossly underestimated but a quiet killer.
