Politics of Dancing/Re-Flex
Until I figure out how to add pictures to my posts one will have to transfer these written images into a visual form that has much to be desired.
Picture this if you will indulge....Minutes to midnight....stereo blaring in smoke filled kitchen....men sitting complacently in one room, women in another...moving their alchohol enhanced bodies to various blends of alternative dance moves...some not seen since the decade that they attended college.
A conversation has once taken place between my spouse and I, that argued the fact on his side, that those who dance in public arenas are only doing so with the "Look at Me" mind set. I, on the other hand, believe that dancing in places where others gather, truly takes place when one can not contain themself during moments of pulsating beats and lyrics that "move" the soul.
The moment described here, in the kitchen, just specks of time before a new year crosses our path, is absolutly an arguement that proves my before mentioned point. We did not care for anyone to "Look at Us". In fact, the less that observed this display of misjudgement and body plagued passion, the more we could let loose and have fun. What happened in the midst of the DANCE is more embarassing than the dance itself...we SANG.
Using party horns as microphones we belted our hearts out to song after song...including renditions of such musical mishaps as "Come on Eileen","You Spin Me Right Round", and my all time favorite, "Politics of Dancing". Dogs barked in the distance of night, young children covered their ears in dismay, and men from the other room picked straws as to who would be the chap that must enter the room to recover more cocktails and champagne for the Midnight countdown.
All in all, we regained our composure long enough to join the others for the remainder of the evening...lasting into the wee hours of morn...only to wake with a few minor pulled muscles.
What are the true politics of dancing?
What causes one to move to music?
Do they want to be watched?
Do they think they look good?
Or do we dance because it is Politically Incorrect in the first place?
Picture this if you will indulge....Minutes to midnight....stereo blaring in smoke filled kitchen....men sitting complacently in one room, women in another...moving their alchohol enhanced bodies to various blends of alternative dance moves...some not seen since the decade that they attended college.
A conversation has once taken place between my spouse and I, that argued the fact on his side, that those who dance in public arenas are only doing so with the "Look at Me" mind set. I, on the other hand, believe that dancing in places where others gather, truly takes place when one can not contain themself during moments of pulsating beats and lyrics that "move" the soul.
The moment described here, in the kitchen, just specks of time before a new year crosses our path, is absolutly an arguement that proves my before mentioned point. We did not care for anyone to "Look at Us". In fact, the less that observed this display of misjudgement and body plagued passion, the more we could let loose and have fun. What happened in the midst of the DANCE is more embarassing than the dance itself...we SANG.
Using party horns as microphones we belted our hearts out to song after song...including renditions of such musical mishaps as "Come on Eileen","You Spin Me Right Round", and my all time favorite, "Politics of Dancing". Dogs barked in the distance of night, young children covered their ears in dismay, and men from the other room picked straws as to who would be the chap that must enter the room to recover more cocktails and champagne for the Midnight countdown.
All in all, we regained our composure long enough to join the others for the remainder of the evening...lasting into the wee hours of morn...only to wake with a few minor pulled muscles.
What are the true politics of dancing?
What causes one to move to music?
Do they want to be watched?
Do they think they look good?
Or do we dance because it is Politically Incorrect in the first place?
posted by Mental Notes @ 4:52 PM
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