I Hear a Symphony
1 I Hear a Symphony BLACK MASCULINITY AND THE DISCO TURN You should see this whole Roxy Music thing. It’s so elegant and cool and -fashionable. —Nile Rodgers to Bernard Edwards, cofounders of -Chic isco snuck up on America like a covert operation. This wasn’t how it had been in the sixties, when shifts in popular music—the arrival of the mop-headed British Invasion bands, Bob Dylan’s galvanizing electric turn, the emergence of Dpsychedelic rock—were unmissable cultural events immediately accorded the status of milestones. The rock “ revolution” of the sixties, like the Vietnam War and the protests it provoked, was the object of intense media coverage. Newsweek, Life, Time, and all the rest pounced on the story with prairie-fire speed. In a blink, whole new publications, including that soon-to-be arbiter of countercultural taste, Rolling Stone, emerged to chronicle the music, personalities, and culture of rock. The major labels may have been bewildered by the scruffiness, long hair, and druggy vibe of groups such as Big Brother and the Holding Company and the Grateful Dead, but they barely paused before racing to sign them up, even when they were little known outside of San Francisco’s hippie enclave, Haight--Ashbury. Six years later, when another musical revolution was taking shape, record companies opened neither their arms nor their coffers, with the result that disco developed slowly and at first largely off the official map. By the time Vince Aletti wrote about what he called “party music” and “discotheque rock,” in a fall 1973 issue of Rolling Stone, gay men had been dancing in discos for three years.
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