Age is just a number!
I tell myself that all the time because I feel great and I think I look decent for 5o! I see other people younger than me and they look years beyond their age.
However, with Ray out-of-town for a conference, I turned the radio on shortly after midnight (Mix 96 in the Quad Cities) as I was getting ready for work yesterday morning and Whitney Houston was belting out “I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)”.
I didn’t think of her death, her drug abuse, her marriage to Bobby Brown, or that Lifetime movie. All I thought about was how happy that song and much of her music made me feel.
But, it really got me to thinking about my 22-year-old self back in Kentucky getting ready to go out for a night of clubbing at the gay bar in Paducah and playing that song when I was spinning records. Yes, records!
I thought of how young I was then and how much life I’ve lived since 1987. And, then I thought, “When the hell did I get so old?”
Yes, that sounds contradictory because one moment I’m talking about looking and feeling great and the next I’m talking about how I got to be so old.
I love to travel. Just last year alone, I was fortunate enough to go to Las Vegas, Ottawa (Ontario, Canada), Paris (France), Tel Aviv (Israel), and New York City for New Year’s Eve and that holiday weekend.
I saw the glitz and glamour, historic buildings, the Eiffel Tower, the Mediterranean Sea, Old Jaffa, the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, One World Trade Center, Rockefeller Center in all of its Christmas glory, and much more that those cities offered.
I saw Olivia Newton-John and Shania Twain in Las Vegas and a show at the Moulin Rouge in Paris and I turned fifty during the performance. I saw Michael C. Hall as Hedwig in “Hedwig and the Angry Inch” on Broadway and the incredible Renee Fleming in my first operetta, “The Merry Widow”, at the Metropolitan Opera.
However, one thing that I never saw in any of those worldly cities was the inside of a nightclub.
As a youngster, in my 20s, I loved going out and partying with my friends back home, taking short road trips to Louisville (Kentucky) and Nashville (Tennessee) and much longer road trips to Milwaukee (Wisconsin) and Chicago (Illinois). I loved making new friends, cruising hot guys, and hanging out with drag queens.
Even in my 30s, I had a blast in the nightclubs during the four years that I lived in Chicago.
Fast forward to 2015 — I’m older now and I’m married to a wonderful man and we have a teenage daughter.
I love sitting at home and veggie out on the couch watching movies and our favorite television shows. I love working in the yard and the garden and floating in the pool on summer nights and weekends.
But, I still love throbbing and pulsating club music. I still love Madonna and Britney Spears.
Whitney may no longer be with us in life, but she lives on and she still inspires.
On my next trip to a metropolitan city, I’m going out, I’m going to dance and have a good time.
But, I won’t slam shots and cocktails because it takes longer to recover than it did twenty years ago. I’ll refuse cocaine standing at a urinal in a bar, just as I did on my first visit to Las Vegas in 1993.
Age is just a number and just another candle on the cake of life.
And, to prove that, how many of you remember Giorgio Moroder?
The 74-year-old Italian musician released his first record 50 years ago! He gained international fame by making disco king in American by producing many of Donna Summer’s 1970s club and radio classics.
This spring he’s releasing his new album, “74 is the New 24”, with guest appearances by Britney Spears, Sia, Charlie XCX, and Kylie Minogue, who’s featured on the album’s first single, “Right Here, Right Now”.
Giorgio says, “Dance music doesn’t care where you live. It doesn’t care who your friends are. It doesn’t care how much money you make. It doesn’t care if your 74 or if you are 24 because… 74 is the new 24!”
Amen, Giorgio! So, dim all the lights, turn on the strobes and the fog machines.
I’m ready to dance with somebody who loves me or someone who just wants to share the dance floor with me.
I’m not stuck in the past with my love of Madonna and the sounds of the 1980s. I love new dance artists like Kiesza and Clean Bandit. If you’re not familiar with them, check these out!