Thursday 13 November, 2014 by Uncle Spike
Dancing on one’s ceiling, or anyone else’s for that matter, is not perhaps an everyday pastime for most of us mere mortals, however back in 1986, a certain Lionel Brockman Richie, Jr. released his 3rd solo album all about such antics.
For young teen rebel Spike back then, it was an anthemic piece of musical escapism; and a track that recalls memories of poorly coordinated cavorting around the poky little dance floors of seedy back-street nightclubs of southern England.
I thank the big chap upstairs for not permitting the invention of mobile video technology back in those days.
So here is one of my all time fave’s from my series, Tunes I Love…
I hope you enjoy 🙂