Yes, we are different than others as had been so often pointed out "by the others." We are not dancers like them. For us it is the music first, because we are well acquainted with most of it and then we move to that music. All the others learn to move first and - then comes the music that they are going to move to and that OK with us too because they are "dancers."
I knew just where to look, the old WWII building looked the same, only the modern 1970s sign had changed. The bar to the left was gone, gone too were the booths and the tables on the perimeter of the dance floor. A lone bartender handled the near empty bar. I ordered a drink, then turned searching for it. "It" stood in a nearby corner, a modern jukebox, short, squat, dark - and non descript - unlike the original with its attractive colorful, oval shaped top. Alone with my drink my thoughts drifted back to 1942. Once again, the "joint" was alive and jumping. Still, only nineteen, but no longer a boot, I was at the bar with my buddies, white hat on the back of my head, to show my wavy, black hair, which now is gone too.
I ordered another drink - and the familiar feeling was starting to take hold. In my reverie, I could almost hear Jimmy Dorsey's great hit record "Green Eyes" with Bob Eberly doing the first vocal ... followed by the "swing part" with Jimmy Dorsey on sax. Then Helen O'Connell coming in very quietly with "soft light" - and building up to her sexy, unforgettable description of those six little words, "those cool and limpid green eyes." There may be a few people out there that can understand that. The was music first and then we could really enjoy moving to it.
"Sweet Someone" by Don Ho
From Diary of a Street Dancer by Walter Darian:
I knew just where to look, the old WWII building looked the same, only the modern 1970s sign had changed. The bar to the left was gone, gone too were the booths and the tables on the perimeter of the dance floor. A lone bartender handled the near empty bar. I ordered a drink, then turned searching for it. "It" stood in a nearby corner, a modern jukebox, short, squat, dark - and non descript - unlike the original with its attractive colorful, oval shaped top. Alone with my drink my thoughts drifted back to 1942. Once again, the "joint" was alive and jumping. Still, only nineteen, but no longer a boot, I was at the bar with my buddies, white hat on the back of my head, to show my wavy, black hair, which now is gone too.
I ordered another drink - and the familiar feeling was starting to take hold. In my reverie, I could almost hear Jimmy Dorsey's great hit record "Green Eyes" with Bob Eberly doing the first vocal ... followed by the "swing part" with Jimmy Dorsey on sax. Then Helen O'Connell coming in very quietly with "soft light" - and building up to her sexy, unforgettable description of those six little words, "those cool and limpid green eyes." There may be a few people out there that can understand that. The was music first and then we could really enjoy moving to it.
I see dance being used as communication between body and soul,
to express what is too deep to find for words. ~Ruth St. Denis
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