The Jean Genie played at my first disco, in my first year at university. That’s where I met the boy from Boggabilla. He liked the way I danced. And I liked the way he liked my dancing.
I couldn't escape the crush (in both senses of the word) the first time I heard it. I was dumped, pulled under and dragged disoriented across the sandy sediment of my adolescent existence. See My Baby Jive was excoriating.