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a chance to dance (the last dance) - part three
Some of my greatest little fantasies in fact revolved around dancing and occurred while I was abloomin' during junior high.
I used to hang out with a clique that repressed such frivolity. Mostly conservative and Caucasian, my group preferred Classic Rock, so our dancing was pretty much limited to pounding the seat in front of us while on the bus shouting Queen's We Will Rock You which was playing on someone's little portable Panasonic cassette player (now, I'm really showing my age).
Secretly though, I loved and listened and danced alone to the great pop songs of the late seventies (yikes!). These included albums like Michael Jackson's Off the Wall, Prince's 1999, anything from Earth, Wind & Fire, and lots of other great songs that I would dance along to whenever I watched Soul Train on Saturday mornings.
Because I was forced to be with the "special" kids it wasn't cool to listen the R&B and soul that the others on the wrong side of the school were listening to.
Anyway, oh how I loved dancing surreptitiously alone! Listening to my AM radio, shuffling on my shag rug, pining for little Jeannie, Janet and Sophia, the trio of blossoming maidens who often inspired an extra whirl during my twirls.
Ah, the memories.
"I would believe only in a god who could dance. And when I saw my devil I found him serious, thorough, profound, and solemn: it was the spirit of gravity—through him all things fall.
Not by wrath does one kill but by laughter. Come, let us kill the spirit of gravity!
I have learned to walk: ever since, I do not want to be pushed before moving along.
Now I am light, now I fly, now I see myself beneath myself, now a god dances through me.
Thus spoke Zarathustra." ~Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Friedrich Nietzsche
end part three
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