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The wonder of dance

I am starting to think that my inability to dance is a genuine social disability. It's like a sort of physical Aspergers syndrome.

On Wednesday night, I did something I haven't done for a while: went to a club totally sober! And I was reminded of how awkward it really is when all you really want to do is sit and watch all the other gyratin' lovelies from a safe distance and yet you feel a strange, obscure pressure on you to join the throng. Might be that people think it's creepy when you just slouch with Jack Daniel's and stare at them. Might be that people aren't convinced you're having a good time unless you're on your feet shaking your groove thang. Ahem.

Trouble is, once I'm on the floor, I either freeze up rabbit-in-headlights style or decide to try out my 'interpretative' moves in a fit of ill-justified self-confidence. Not really the ideal accompaniment to r'n'b.

Sigh...waves of bright love for my friends who refuse to give up on me. Although dancing for me (at least in public) is a torture akin to giving a speech on mathematics in my underwear directly below the air conditioner, the fact that my pals persevered in asking (and indeed dragging) me to dance made me realise that they care. Warm and fuzzy indeed ;.)

Bastards, though. Requesting Depeche Mode. I was actually (mimes 'this close') to breakin' out my special depeche dance despite the lack of chemicals in my bloodstream. Which would almost certainly have gotten us all thrown out.

there's no right answer.

By Taki at 10/03/2006 - 15:17 | Taki's blog

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Amongst the crowd

I, being a tall individual, have always been terrrified of dancing, it stems from being tall, and always having this feeling of standing out over everyone else, in fact standing out like i was covered in christmas lights and glowed blue... i have a permanent mental image of dancing like a joke from a teen comedy, thusly, i do...

then later i remember it and cringe, close my eyes and pray no one watching...

am i justified, i do not know, so probably yes, as no has ever spoken about it...

By Good Sir Johnny at Fri, 10/03/2006 - 15:44 | login to post comments

Shorter, but still..

I have tried 'relaxing' (whatever that is) even tried 'letting myself go' which was even more disastrous. My idea of dance is swaying, wide-eyed when the music is so loud that the sound waves actually buffet you like a reed in the wind.

I am small and I blend in but I feel like I have an orange traffic cone/dunce's hat on my head when I try and dance. I like to dance seated with one foot and a slight head movement. Like at the engine room. When's the next one, by the way?

By Taki at Fri, 10/03/2006 - 15:50 | login to post comments

feel the beat

the key lies in feeling the music, listening the beat and letting it encapsulate you. the hell what people think if ur enjoying yourself and u can feel the emotion in the music your half way there.

By Nightwing (not verified) at Fri, 10/03/2006 - 15:52 | login to post comments

First hand experience

You saw it all didn't you?

I find it soooo hard to reconcile my total lack of interest in what people think of me with the dancing thing. I think it's something to do with feeling like they WANT us to dance pissed and make prats of ourselves as a kind of DISTRACTION from our real work of subverting such social opiates and taking real action.

Can't help but feel complicit in my own date-rape.

By Taki at Fri, 10/03/2006 - 16:03 | login to post comments

Gin: It's The Answer

I become Fred Astaire after lots of gin.

I mean, of course, if Fred Astaire had ever mastered the subtleties of the Alternative Twist or the Salmon Dance or the English Renaissance Painters Series Dance.

Yes.

I also find a sympathetic and similarly plastered audience helpful.

By Eddie the Gent at Sun, 12/03/2006 - 14:20 | login to post comments