hillbilly diva

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If people had taglines, what would yours be?

My blog has a tagline of A Hillbilly Diva’s Blatherings which I really like.  The blog is just that.  My thoughts on sundry things, events, etc.  It doesn’t have a strong focus other than Appalachia and my love for this place.  And diva?  Well, that goes without saying.

But do I want to use that as my tagline?  Probably not.  It doesn’t encompass all of who I am which gets me to the rub.  Am I looking for a tagline for me as a writer?  Or as an overall person? 

And that gets messy.  At least right now, my identity is so wrapped up in writing that it is hard to separate it from me.  It took me a long time to find my life’s calling and I’m not going to abandon it now.  While my writing may or may not scream Appalachia, I’m not sure I do though the diva is certainly on point.

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Dancing Queen

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Shortly after my 17th birthday, 12 days to be exact, on August 15th, 1976, Abba released Dancing Queen in Sweden.  A couple of days later it came to the United States.  Recorded a year earlier, they knew it would be a monster hit.  They held it until the release of their 4th studio album. 

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Oh my.

It was my anthem and ushered me with a full head of steam into my Disco phase.

She was young and sweet, only 17, a Dancing Queen, oh yeah. . .

Now then.  I will not apologize for Disco.  I’ve always said I never confused the music I listened to with the music I danced to.  These are not just different genres, but different activities.  Most of my favorites are not danceable.  There are a few exceptions and sometimes it’s quite bizarre – like the interpretive dance I do to Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah, but generally speaking separate.  Separate but equal.  Good dance music is as good as good listening music. 

Disco was a hoot and a holler.  Step, step, heel toe, pivot….  The theater of it!  The clothes!  The shoes!  The glitter eyeliner!  The steps.  The twirls.  The lifts. 

I loved it all.

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