Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Dance

This is difficult to explain on a blog.

Last Friday, urged by my daughter and her friends, I journeyed over to one of the casinos in town to catch a show headlined by Shannon Smith.  And it must really, really be said that she and her crew needs to get a really good video on line.  This is the best I could find:



And it doesn't begin to capture the feel.

There's something I haven't said about myself since starting this blog.  I like to dance.  A lot.  And I'm good at it ... after a fashion.  I'm 100% in the space, my body is an instrument and I just let go.  This usually gets the room's attention, it gets the band's attention and it usually brings a round of applause the first time I get up.

So, anyway ... the gentle reader ought to know from my videos that I'm a pretty big guy.  I weigh about 260, and you wouldn't think all that could get moving, but it does.  Friday night, I proved it.  I was slipping into a move I haven't done in about ten years; basically, its all a matter of momentum.  I swing my left leg around, I get it under me, I jump with my right leg kicked up to about 80 degrees and I lift six, eight inches off the floor.  The people I was with said eight.

I did this without thinking, and I did it in front of the lead singer, Shannon - who lost her place in the song.  I was told by the band later that this has never happened before.  Shannon laughed, said she couldn't believe it ... and I doubled over, laughing ... and Shannon turned around, snatched one of their albums and gave it to me as a prize.  Then she found her place in the song again and we both continued.

I wish like hell I'd had a copy of my book to give her back, but we've been sold out since last week.  I expect new copies to arrive today or tomorrow.

So I got a CD for jumping.  And its a good CD!  Shame no one captured the jump on their phone.

Anyway, it's all off topic.  I wanted to say that my will to dance is one of the reasons I love musicians, and add that somewhere that night, between fifteen or twenty dances, I pulled a muscle in my thigh ... and it hurts like hell.  So if I've been grouchy lately, we'll say that's the reason.

2 comments:

joe said...

My dad is about your size and also loves to dance, in fact, he took first place at a recent dance competition at the Chamber of Commerce.

Of course he spent the next three days in a hot tub sucking down a steady diet of painkillers.

But he got a sweet trophy.

Kent said...

We need heroes in these dark days even if they are dancing heroes.