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In My Veins

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In My Veins – a story of sight and sound inspired by


You couldn’t tell by looking at me, but I’m socially awkward. It’s not because of degenerative social skills or nature giving me an “unfortunate blessing”. It’s because I find it hard to relate and care for “superficial pleasantries”.


It seems the older I get the harder it is to walk among the riffraff or as they are sometimes referred to “people”. I don’t like hearing them speak or standing in line with them or watching them drive their cars slowly in the passing lane giving me the finger for passing them on the right or watching them eat fried food dripping in ketchup. Call it a lark; it’s just not my thing.


Contrary to the burden to which it is to live, I find there is a place where all of my prejudices and intolerance melt away like a Bomb-Pop in August. I’m speaking about a most fabulous place, appropriately named ‘Club Spread’.


‘Club Spread’ is a techno-dance-bar. It’s the kind of joint that wishes it was ‘Studio 54’, but only gets to around 14. Despite it’s lack of trying ‘Club Spread’ does offer a very ritzy atmosphere shadowing of a fancy New York rave from the ‘70s, (minus all the perks). This doesn’t stop me from enjoying it though. In fact it’s my home away from home.


There’s something that is beyond words about the feelings I get when I’m at the club. The music pulsating, the sweat beading up and running down my body, the heat, the lights and the massive amount of narcotics coursing through my veins take me to a place that most fiction writers struggle to comprehend.


It has often been said that dancing alone is the saddest of activities to do alone, (second only to sex). I for one couldn’t disagree more, (about the dancing alone).


Sometimes when I’m out on the floor and the bass has penetrated my chest and my heart is moving in perfect synchronicity with “my song” it is like I have transcended the plane of existence and found my soul mingling in the twilight of energy and light. The lasers moving across the dance floor in random patterns, teasing with their movements, are dancing on my shape shifting body. I sometimes imagine they are alien probes dissecting me or electrocuting my body as I thrash to rhythms that make preachers clutch “blankies” in the night.


There’s something to be said for being in a room with hundreds of people sweating and gyrating their blood, engulfed genitals that would make Roman and Greek deities proud.


I once passed out on the floor from exhaustion and no one stopped dancing. Hard core.


Egg On!

Ramblin’ Rooster

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May 17, 2009 at 5:50 am

Dancing versus Being Cool

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You can throw out all the stereotypes you want. You can tell me all about how you have “hard evidence” to back up whatever it is you think is the truth. At the end of the day, out on the dance floor, all across America, please are dancing and it’s ugly.

Dancing is just weird. It’s a strange concept to wrap your mind around. I’m all about music and I have a long list of songs, ranging in various styles, that if I hear them, I have the feeling of wanting to “shake it”. Any good beat makes you want to tap your foot, but the whole idea of dancing is just weird.

In the beginning of music, I doubt the first cave-person banging on a rock had another cave-person doing “the twist”. Take the time period of Gregorian chant music. I think it’s safe to say, not a lot of dancing took place there either. Although I do like the idea of a church full of monks “cuttin’ a rug”. Along the time Bach showed up on the scene, the music had taken awesome leaps and bounds, but again, the dancing was probably not breaking out in the aisles of church. Ballroom dancing probably wasn’t too far away at this point. I have never done it, but it does seem fun, but alas, it’s something that must be learned and practiced. Not to be entered into after eight beers when your favorite song comes on the jukebox. I myself don’t know where the history of dance goes or came from here. I know I’m leaving out the Native Americanand African tribal/ritual dancing. All I know is that there was a time and place that a single person, either consciously or not, decided to let the music move their body and before that person, it had never been done.

So what happened? How do you go from meaningful movement, dancing with a purpose to drunken fools gettin’ down to ’80s pop music? Every club I have ever been to, where people were dancing has only been good for one thing. Entertainment of a comical nature. I’m no better. I’ve had to do my fair share of dancing and I’m sure if I could of seen myself from the outside, I would have laughed till I sprung a leak.

There’s no place I’ve ever been that has regular, non-trained, people dancing that look cool. The ones that are there, that obviously have practiced or had a class or twelve, look even more ridiculous than the double-left footed buffoons. They just look so out of place at “Dave’s Snooker Room”. The only place where dancing looks cool is on TV or in the movies, (or perhaps on stage).

Slow dancing has to be the worst of them all. Simply because everyone figures, “Even I can slow dance”. That’s just it, you’re not dancing. It’s two people sandwiched together, struggling to not offset each others equilibrium. So you end up with a couple looking like they’re trying to help each other to bed because the alcohol finally caught up with them.

If you want to dance, please feel free. It’s perfectly natural, good exercise and can be fun. Just don’t be surprised if you catch someone in the shadows, nudging their friend, pointing and snickering.

Would you like to dance?

Egg On,

Ramblin’ Rooster

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October 8, 2008 at 4:12 am