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Stranded

by mark-mcintosh

for a legendary 70s-80s Sydney nightclub wearing those clothes like we did being there back then paying too much for that shirt those shoes pointy & suede buckled not laces 16 in nightclubs being tall an original sister 1959 sequins sunglasses matching there was no light being afraid of the men metamorphosis women used those urinals confusion reigned in a young man we danced the music spoke bartenders poured all sorts of concoctions another track began & a floorshow eyes wide open miming & movements others queued we were hustled inside out come the freaks & early on we got it all on studded sofas on the dancefloor the fresco was roamin we moved feet to the rhythms slaves not knowing how formative those days were never getting anything but drinks until later legal with dollars juiced up better lights victims resting in seats people occupied when a visiting act blew simpler minds wallets we thought that record was good then they played B52s, Blondie, Numan the floor caved in from ska pogo. bouncers cleared the scene original grace as an ape stomps up a staircase disappears into lookalikes then a spotlight highlighted the real thing that was us
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