

But even disco felt on edge, nowhere near as carefree as its rep – one of the year’s most magnificent chart-toppers, Labelle’s “Lady Marmalade,” told the story of a Creole prostitute working hard for grey-flannel tourists’ dollars down in New Orleans. Music fans supposedly tried to escape through disco, which was starting to put songs atop the pop chart.

But 1975 still had plenty of nightmare left: State Department bombed by Weather Underground, FBI gunfight on a South Dakota Indian Reservation, Saigon falling and Jimmy Hoffa vanishing and Patty Hearst un-vanishing, Squeaky Fromme and Sara Jane Moore seemingly celebrating the International Year Of The Woman by both trying to shoot the awkward new president within a couple weeks in September – and on top of it all, lingering ripples of Watergate and the energy crisis.

“Our long national nightmare is over,” Gerald Ford had promised his fellow Americans the previous August, as he was sworn in as the most un-elected president ever, replacing the only president who ever resigned.
