I wanna dance.
I know. I know. That sounds completely ridiculous.
So dance, you say.
Now now, its not that easy. For one, I’m extremely self-aware. Meaning, I know that I have no place in a dance club. Ever. My inability to groove shines through when I’m sitting still. It grows exponentially when surrounded by people who actually have talent in dancing.
I’m not talking about ballroom dancing. Or choreographed dancing. Because I can do that, kind of. I’m teachable.
I’m talking about from the heart, deep down, feel the music dancing. Look, I have rhythm. I’m a musician. I can ‘feel the beat’ if you will. But that cool, smooth, suave badass dancing? My body just doesn’t move that way. I want it to. I wish it did! I flail around like an idiot in the car or at home when I hear good music. (I use flail in a very literal sense.) Sometimes I shrug my shoulders up and down with a ridiculous look on my face. But most of the time I think, wtf do I do with my hands? Do I snap? Clap? Flick at the wrists? Throw ‘em in the air like I just don’t care?
The fact is, I really, really can’t dance. But I like to. Sometimes I hear songs that have a good beat and I can’t help but move around. But that’s all it is. I would hardly consider it dancing. That implies a level of smoothness that I just can’t attain. But flailing, shrugging and moving around seem to work ok for me, for now. It garners a few laughs anyway, and really, who cares?
Try not to dance to this. I’m just saying.
