I witnessed a unique and beautiful thing today. A couple of hundred sober Irish people engaged in the communal act of dancing. It was glorious! I was a member of the crowd and I clumsily shook both legs and whatever other bits were kind enough to co-ordinate, in my awkward attempt to master the 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 rhythm. The sounds were great, lovely dubby baselines got you in the solar plexus and the clack, clack of marimbas and nice jazzy cords made the whole Salsa experience go down really easy. I am hungry for more and will dust off my latino fusion tunes and bust a groove in the front room of my house regularily now.
Trans Global Underground are playing tomorrow and I hope to make it, I am a big fan and love the stuff they did with Natasha Atlas. I like dancing. I have adapted my own kind of silly dancing that makes me feel good. It has its own unique rhythm and style and there are no rules. Works for me. My missus (who is naturally a great dancer) thinks its hilarious and reminds me of how daft I look at every opportunity, so I get self consious and don’t dance 😦
But nevermind, I am not one to cow tow to the critics, so dance I shall and to hell with the consequences 🙂
I could not help but notice how great many of the dancers at the Festival of World Culture, in Dun Laoghaire were. Its all in the feet and the hips, if you can free your toes the rest will follow, never mind your mind or your ass, its all in the toes. Your feet send signals to the rest of you and act as a kind of conductor telling the rest of you what to do. I was also wondering (while joyfully shaking my thang) if animals dance? There was a lady who has a small King Charles Spaniel that seem to have synchopated its tail in time with the funky rhythms, is this co-incidence or do animals bust a groove?
Answers on a postcard please.