This is not a top ten divas of disco. This is about the goddesses of disco- the shakti engine that fueled and sustained all the coked out nights of orgy and excess. There were plenty of gorgeous and talented divas who rocked the 4/4 time signature until America puked white Nordic fury but what concerns us here now is that feminine wrath that either continued to burn America’s soul in the fires of the raw passion of disco or whose one hit wonderdom left the planet indelibly scarred for all eternity.
FIRE: The holy mother divine goddess creator of the void from which we were spewed from:
No questions asked. She was the divine mother that drove all the madness and pushed half the country into the pit of glorious hellfire. She writhed, she screamed. Her passion was our passion. No one since has had access to the hidden erotic energies or perhaps she laid them bare for us to see for all time so that there are no longer any mysteries but in our cowardice we have become impotent and refuse to partake of these powerful transforming obscenities. Praise her.
WATER: Essential transformative and arousing feminine divine dream element:
She was my goddess even as a young boy. A quirky but abundantly talented goddess of mixed Irish, Chinese and Japanese origin, best known for her role as Mary in the Jesus Christ superstar film. Her voice would stealthily crawl in through my ear canal and into my soul where it would whisper promises of divine love in the form of erotic chaos (whatever that means!) It is because of her goddess as temptress toyings with my young libido that I had always longed for a goddess of my very own that would sweetly sing to me each night. I would fall asleep in a state of ecstacy blanketed by the twilight song of my own dakini. I sought her out, frustrated, for decades, until I finally discovered her. It was only through my devout and determined hard core naked yoga practice that I discovered her within.
EARTH: Soul stabilizing/ grounding in divine presence/ absence. Condition necessary for exploration into the darker realms of consciousness:
Janice Marie Johnson
Possessing not only a sweet and powerful voice but she was also a virtuoso on bass. Here was a goddess who was going to take and use the male warrior technology to rock the groove. The technology was the electric bass and as with all technology its ultimate archetypal function is to destroy: and what she would destroy was the chains that a repressed society wanted to put on the boogie.
AIR: Divine feminine freedom to play in transmogrification and to fly in the awareness of spontaneity-bliss of absolute openness to pure possibility:
Was America ready for Sylvester? I don’t know but what can you say about an artist that Kiss blatantly rips off? Kiss!!!!!
Sylvester was the end point of the trajectory of the freedom of disco. The America of the disco era was an America that was experimenting with casting off its stifling anglo-protestant morality. This experimentation was largely due to the freedom and affluence and access granted to an America that was economically strong and able to afford expensive drugs like cocaine. That Sylvester was so largely embraced by America really says that this was America’s finest hour. Now banks and corporations have turned the country into a toilet and American debt is overwhelming; consigning American citizens to indentured servitude until the next revolution. And now, like all periods of economic decline, America regresses; shrinking back into racist neo-nazi conservatism. While the majority of America devolves into a pack of ravenous fascist pigs, I still hold out hope that a powerful black drag queen can once again rise out of the ashes of this corporate police state mess and send us deliriously spinning into a new 21st century. It’s pathetic that America’s tastes, passions and pastimes as a whole are so linked to the welfare of the economy.
THE FIFTH ELEMENT: Centrifugal engine anthem vortex explosion mother goddess
Gloria Gaynor was basically the Godzilla that ate Tokyo when it comes to disco. Her big hit I Will Survive was the theme song for the disco generation. This was the anthem for women power, gay power and powered drug power and was rated number nine on George Carlin’s list of ten most embarrassing songs. This song hyper-saturated radio in the final days of disco and it still haunts us to this day; in movies, television, commercials, and while we are buying a Snapple at Walgreens or even while we are visiting Auschwitz.