My Two Left Feet

In my earliest memories of dancing, I’m under my auntie Nancy’s dining room table, (which had been pushed off to the side of the room), watching my mom, dad, aunties, and uncles all dancing on the hardwood floor to a never-ending stack of 45 records, dropping one after the other. I remember foot-high stacks of 45s all around the record player. The song that I remember playing most? Twistin’ the Night Away by Sam Cooke. Every time I hear that song, I remember auntie’s spontaneous dance parties. What are your earliest and fondest memories of dance?

I’m not big on dancing. Mainly because I can’t dance. Also as a big guy, it’s not flattering for me to be seen shaking my booty. But also to a great extent, I can’t stand most dance oriented music. It’s stupid and silly and really annoying. I can’t stand 99% of the drivel that is pop / hip-hop / house and all that shit. There are very few songs of that nature that I like. Older disco is an exemption; some of that stuff is groovy!

I never could enjoy people in talent shows dancing; during the dance program sections of talent shows or functions for school or office, I’d get up and leave preferring to go to the loo or get a drink or a bite to eat. I could never clap along to the music and performance. Indian music & movies focuses a lot on dance and I can’t stand most of that stuff as well.

The only time I have danced is in dark floors with the lazer lights and after a few drinks. I’ve done that a couple of times. No inhibitions and no fear – danced my ass off! That’s a different story.

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