If you know me well, you know I love to dance. I grew up dancing… first as a part of gymnastics, then moving on to ballet, then performing with the Colorado Ballet in the Nutcracker during one holiday season, then moving on to jazz, various dance teams and hip hop classes until my early twenties… and a 5, 6, 7, 8.
These days, I and Mr. Producer are firm believers in Friday night dance parties. Pick your tracks, turn up the volume and start sliding around in sock feet on the slippery tile floor. Shake your hips and clap your hands to some vintage Michael Jackson, classic Kanye or best of Tupac.
If the music is good and the beat is strong, I will dance ALL night. In fact, we were just out dancing last Friday night until 2:00 a.m. — the clock is my barometer for how good the music was. Survey says? Mediocre. (4:00 a.m. = excellent, by the way.) The beat was good but the imported DJs were like a pair of old aerobics instructors, jumping and posing and making heart-shaped symbols with their hands for the crowd. Nice and sweet and all, but not quite the dark and stormy bump, bump, bump I was looking for.
Anyway — here’s a link to a video (shared with me by a friend — thanks Sandy!) of all kinds of shiny, happy dance parties from all over the world. But, central to the whole video is a guy who has obviously been arranging and taking part in these dance parties, sometimes teaching the dance moves and sometimes learning them. How cool and fun and silly! This video makes me smile. Dance and music know no boundaries, and breathe life into so many people around the world. Perhaps the next time the House or Senate are having a nasty, polarized debate about something important, they should turn up the tunes and try to work it out while they’re all flash mobbing. More music and dance would make the world a happier, fitter place don’t you think? I dare you to disagree after you see this.
P.S. Nope, I’m not one of the scuba divers!!
P.P.S. I think I see a little bit of Thriller in that dance from the Philippines. Nice!