It was 1977 when it all stated for me. Donna Summer and the Bee Gees ruled the airways. It was all things disco, which kept my feet happy and threw an eternal smile on my face. Everyone was dancing.
How I loved and still love to dance.
I was blessed to grow up in a house filled with music. My dad played lots of jazz records like Miles Davis, Nina Simone and Ray Charles. My mom played the piano and sang to show tunes. They threw a fair amount of parties and my dad was known for ripping up the rug.
How my parents loved to dance.
As soon as I heard music, dancing moved through me. My identity in high school was very much attached to the music I listened too - Patti Smith, Janis Joplin, Earth Wind and Fire, Barry White, Carol King and more.
Some kids got fake IDs to buy booze. I changed my birth certificate so I could go dancing at the Milky Way in Westchester with my sister, Kimberly. Clubs were called discos and we all romanticized about being at Studio 54.
It really was the DJ who saved my life and, of course, the community on the dance floor too. The lights, the music, the movement, the NRG, all of it created a Divine atmosphere. I felt ecstasy and oneness. It was a natural high, that feeling of togetherness on the dance floor. We were in it separately but somehow we were all together too.
I never wanted the dance party to end, so in 1987 I opened a joint in Hell's Kitchen called Trixies, my nickname, and the place quickly became famous for the wild spirit of celebration we created. Wacky and talented musical acts came in from all over the world to sing and play the spoons. We were featured on the Today Show, Good Morning America and Regis. Even the New York Times raved about the food! Celebrities stopped by and at the end of each night we moved the tables and everyone just danced.
How everyone at Trixies loved to dance!