leave your inhibitions at the door
Today is not just the first day of summer, but the anniversary of when Boom Boom and I tied the knot long, long, long ago. When I posted on this last year, I mentioned how we skillfully, maneuvered our limbs and hips to this song :
Perhaps in an effort to gain back dignity and distance myself from the Macarena, I went into a period where I thought line dancing had to be right up there with fanny packs in terms of things that are monumentally uncool. I mean, dancing is supposed to be free-form, spur-of-the-moment, and an expression of your individuality or mood. Or at least an expression of how much booze you have in your system.
With age, I’ve mellowed out a little and I’ve come to meet a lot of different people who just aren’t that good at expressing themselves in that way. Many are like bakers, they need that structure and order that dancing with instructions offers. And many just have two left feet or were born in Germany – they just can’t dance. (Sorry, Winegetter) So I’ve come to realize that line dancing is an important public service to many a hopelessly honky person.
Then I thought about it more, dancing to a script has been around for a long time. I’m sure it was there when Nostradamus signed the Magna Carta. Heck, isn’t that what square dancing is? You go dance around to exactly what the redneck Young MC is yelling out in the microphone? And who better to demonstrate square dancing than Bugs Bunny –
Which eventually evolved to the Achy Breaky –
I personally like my music a little more on the city side. And the oldest I could think of is The Hustle…
For the past few years, it seems everyone’s been doing The Cupid Shuffle –
Now, the latest and greatest is The Wobble –
Ah yes, now there’s a whole new generation of people who are going to be embarrassed when you show them videos of them dancing ten years from now.
What was your favorite line dance?
Happy Anniversary, Boom Boom!