Man, it’s been a while but dancing is so good for you. Many times in the past I’d be happy to go to a bar in asbury park, NJ and hear a Grateful Dead cover band play all the songs I know. I’d just swing and sway, twirl and whirl. I was sober and the fact that I was in a bar and there was booze being served didn’t even occur to me.
I enter a zone, a metaphysical trance, drugs are not at all required.
There’s another local asbury band that would play funk music with a full horn section, rocking covers of kool and the gang and the like. I’d ride my bike to langosta lounge every time Waiting On Mongo would play, I’d be on a solo mission to dance as strange and as hard as I could. I never really talked to anyone, I just went to maybe freak folks out and work up a funk sweat. I think the band started to notice.
I miss live music, and dancing like a freak. I want to get back to that or discover some kind of secret underground dance party. until then ill be strutting the streets and dancing on my own.
“Don’t tell me this town ain’t got no heart”
“just gotta poke around”
