I was stranded in Disco. I went to dozens of darkened places with enough flashing lights to drive the average person mad. I felt lost in the pulse of sheer panic.

The world I was born into was one filled with music.

Good and bad - this is the story of my life.

A large family makes you accept sharing your parents.

Disco music in the '70s was just a call to go wild and party and dance with no thought or conscience or regard for tomorrow.

I worshipped Berry Gordy for the creative dreams he had made come true.

Divas need their furs!