Disco Still Sucks

If you can believe the hype, then the maxim "if you remember the seventies

you

weren't really there," couldn't ring more true than on a new soundtrack

called

The Last Party (April 22). The 16-track disco-a-thon, sequenced

as one

long, really long, cocaine-fueled-boogie-all-night-long-long 60-plus minute

track, is actually a soundtrack to the Anthony Haden-Guest book The

Last

Party: Studio 54, Disco, and the Culture of the Night (April 7) and

if you

remember these songs now that the drugs have worn off, you'll wonder just

what

seemed so goddamn cool about the Santa Esmeralda disco mariachi version

of the

Animals' "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" back in the day.

Much as author

Guest chronicles the rise and fall of 54 entrepreneurs Steve Rubell and

Ian

Schrager, who, on April 26, 1977 opened what would become the hottest

spot in the disco and nose candy celebrity universe, attracting everyone

from

Brooke Shields and Bianca Jagger to Liza Minelli and Andy Warhol, the

soundtrack follows the excesses of disco from "Funkytown" to the Third

World

reggae lite gloss of "Now That We Found Love." Other tracks on the sometimes

funky collection include Grace Jones' apocalyptic funk tune "Pull Up to

the

Bumper," Evelyn "Champagne" King's classic "Shame," Was Not Was' "Tell

Me That

I'm Dreaming," Chic's "My Feet Keep Dancing" and, of course, Donna Summer's

"Last Dance." So, the next time you have one of those "All Night Thing"

(Invisible Man's Band) seventies parties, or the next time you just feel

like

"Busting Out" (Material), "Go West" (Village People), because it's not

a party

until you've heard at least one tune from Don Armando's Second Avenue Rhumba

Band ("Deputy of Love") or Dr. Buzzard's Savannah Club Band ("I'll Play

the

Fool").