...you could feel the sweat running down your neck, your muscles burning from too much? Your jaw hurts from smiling and shouting, your head is banging from excess noise and heat and everyone around you is laughing because you appear to have no control over you limbs? Or, if you're just going it alone in your room, the headphones come off and there's a feeling of emptiness because there was no-one there to share that with you? No?
Why not?
I'm pretty much certain that there is nothing on earth which causes that much bliss. There are drugs, and drink, which are hilarious but short lived and, ultimately, a bit bad for your tummy. There's the bed-style fun, but that requires so much legwork beforehand... You can climb mountains, but you need to be in shape to avoid risks. You can run marathons, but the same things apply, generally. Painting? Requires the right frame of mind. Singing? Concentration. There are basically rules for them all - Steps to take before the good bit hits you and you grin like a moron.
How's this then? Turn on, turn up, dance. That, my loves, is the kind of way to spend an evening. Dancing doesn't have rules! Not unless you enforce them. I'm sitting here, panting for breath, because I have been throwing myself around my room, alone, with The Go! Team blasting away in my cans, and I cannot begin to describe how much better this is than going downstairs to play N64 or sitting and trying to force myself to read a book. Nope, this is instant buzz.
I hate when people make dancing a tool - Some sort of primal ritual used to lure the opposite sex into their grasp, only ever with one ultimate, self-centred goal. It's dancing, for crying out loud - "To move one's feet, body or both to the accompaniment of music". How the hell did this get undermined too? It's just expression, freedom to move the bodies we've got.
We need to do it while we can, folks! Were all going to get old, and we're going to complain that our frames aren't what they used to be and we will look back at how lucky we were, and when that happens, I want to be able to smile and know that I had a good time with it. I don't want my only experiences of dancing to be with 18 drinks in me on some gum-covered nightclub floor and a half naked girl weaving around in front of me - Where's the fun in that? I want to remember me and my mates just moving; no inhibitions.
When I think of dancing, I think of me and Henry Croft starting the night of a Sixth Form social as the only ones in front of the DJ, hopelessly shaking around to "Crazy" by Gnarls Barkley and laughing our arses off because it was so damned ridiculous that we were the only ones willing to have any fun. I think of My 18th birthday in my back garden, raving to Pendulum with Chazzeh, just us, grinning and alive. I think of Me and Becky, watching the Go! Team live, making friends with complete strangers and losing ourselves in the strobelights and t-shirts, just dancing because it felt right.
Folks, dance with me. Stop working now, it's too late. Put on some headphones, play whatever you like, and have a go, because you don't need anything else to feel brilliant.
'tonm. xx
Book of the Moment: Many things.
Song of the Moment: "Keys to the City" by The Go! Team
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sometimes, like around midnight or way past that time. the radio is fading away from my senses and any other senses I have left from drawing and modelmaking all day and night that, sometimes, me feet rise and somehow random moves come across. it becomes a half awake-half asleep sensation because you cannot explain it. Thats what I like the most. almost.
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