August 31, 2003
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there was a band out in harvard square today, freshers getting toasted, and an old man dancing on top of a trash can. the night was crisp and pleasant, the atmosphere relaxed. elderly danced with the young, all of us letting go and doing the twist as sober as sober can get. instead of venturing into the dark and drunken depths of johnharvards, we stayed in the moonlight, moved with the ease and comfort that exists between people who sincerely enjoy each others company and laughed at the show. a security guard commandeered the mic and gave a rendition and a show that we will be coming back to see next weekend. he moved, hell he jived, he swung his hips, his voice grated, and if you closed your eyes, you could hear the rhythm of the carribean moving in his soul.
I have always found it to be incredibly sad when people refuse to dance because they cannot dance. Who the hell cares? I love it when people without an ounce of rhythm will come out with friends and we will all make fools of ourselves, but together, and there is a joy in that, a joy that comes with letting the music ride you, to let go of the self consciousness that hinders. To say fuck you to the people who give a damn because they are afraid of being judged, so they judge first.
Come dance with me…
Let the music flow from the tips of your weary soul to the soles of your tired feet. Enjoy it. The beat the laughter. I don’t understand people who do not like music. Who refuse to try something new.
Don’t pretend. I expect honesty. Not a façade. I do not care for coolness. I do not give a damn about your clothes. Your haircut. The gel in your hair. Showers I will admit are a good thing and you should take them. But. Ive seen so many people try to be deep or intellectual or try to make you give them something “real”. Bullshit all. If all that affects you today is that your feet hurt. Then hells bells. Your feet hurt. You can say so. I will be interested. People should be able to shoot the breeze with each other.
We are trying to find people to fill a spot in our house. So many come in and see that hey, these people seem intelligent, so they give some nonsense about all they read is the new yorker, or to try to talk about how to rid the world of famine etc. what they fail to realize is that yes, we talk about serious matters at times, but we also sit around and watch south park and rip on each other as often as possible.
The night stirs. Another hour in the moonlight and then to bed with me..
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Why am I getting this "misquito mesmerized by the bug-zapper" feeling?
oh free impetuous youth...how do thee enjoy the frivolities...
I agree. I went to a concert lastnight and we danced the whole time. All 27,000 of us. It was amazing. and out of the 27,000 - maybe 5 had rythym. it was amazing.
I agree. People just need to say to hell with it, and go out and have fun. Who cares what you look like, and long as you are enjoying it.
I've had kind of the same problem. I like to discuss serious stuff, but that doesn't mean I don't like to screw around, too. Usually, the only two people I can actually discuss serious things with is CrimsonNinja(my nephew) or Chachi25(buddy from work). People need to relax and enjoy some conversation. If I don't know something someone is talking about, I ask. Simple as that.
Oy... It's great going to large music festivals, because there, no one can dance, and no one cares, because they're just enjoying the music... Being swept into the mood... Allowing it to take over. What a great sensation that is! I have no grace what-so-ever, but I still manage to groove to at least two songs or so a day. It's just not natural to sit when something excellent is on the radio, or CD player!
People try to be interesting, I find. We all need stories to tell, and new ways to tell them. Who gives a sh*t about how much money you saved on buying a different kind of shower gel today... Why don't you tell us how you're feeling, and why? Talk about the weather, politics... Anything. Just quit trying to impress... That's the sort of feeling I often get while reading journals, or talking with people.
Here's to Youth, beauty, and old men dancing on top of garbage cans. Have a lovely evening sweetie.
Blessed be,
Kate
ive found security within your words. simply, beautiful!
Hmm...I love what you have to say. And I know I'll get the same feeling at the local gay/lesbian foreign film festival (don't ask), because I can be intelligent, but why not relax sometimes, right? The only problem is, I don't dance. I don't know if I'm especially good or bad at it, I just don't do it. Often. It's a totally different issue. But other than that, I really loved this post. Is it possible to prop more than 2 at a time? Meh. Later!
*Samma*
yeppie, i can't dance to save myself, but i don't give a shit, the way i dance is my style of dance
and if you wanna copy me sure thing ...
Thank you... I know addictions are hard... damn it, I don't think anything's ever easy.
But if we all danced, I think the world wouldn't be quite so shitty.
'To Bid You Farewell' is the name of the Opeth song.
And yes, I hate the pretentiousness that often accompanies intelligence. That a man can debate objectivism with me is all well and good, but if he can't drink a couple beers, shoot some pool, and watch a football game with me too, he's lost a bit of my respect.
it is a shame we still have mirrors...
beautiful words, stunning
i like the previous post...you should read Porno by Irvine Welsh, it's the sequel to Trainspotting
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