No, I'm not old, Alison. But old enough to remember the old guys at the barber shop complaining about Those God Damned Yankee Draft Dodgers, and old enough to have avoided learning to dance because of disco. You couldn't escape it then -- every dance, every bar [started going when I was fifteen, not much to do down home], every radio station, every movie. Ugh. And the clothes, my Lord, the clothes, the fabrics, the colours! Oh, the humanity! The one good thing was that political correctness had not yet been invented, and you could pretty well relax and do what you pleased.

The reference above to the good aspects of disco must surely be a reference to funk, a related but different genre.

I like a lot of those old fifties songs, Alison. They have no pretence to them.

However, as I have said elsewhere disco was the height of melody and songwriting compared to techno, industrial, hip hop, rap, and other such randomized noise and angry shouts. To that I shall never be reconciled.