Adam@Home by Rob Harrell for February 05, 2022

Maybe you can get Nick out of the basement and let him dance!

Don’t worry Clayton. By Monday it’ll be as if it has never happened.

Feel funky!

Feel good!

Gonna tell ya, I’m in the neighbourhood!

Gonna fly like a bird on the wing.

Hold on to your hat honey, Sing, sing, sing, sing.

I heat up, I cool down (cool down),

I got words in my head so I say them.

Don’t let life get me down,

Catch a hold of my blues and just play them.

I got the music in me, I got the music in me, I got the music in meeeeeeeee!

(The Kiki Dee Band)

https://youtu.be/LkvBJJXMzRc

Oh Snap! It worked. (And yes, that was a band.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYIaWeVL1JM

Torn from the pages of 1987.

Twitchin’. Twitchin’. Twitchin’ USA.

Face it Clayton.

If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em!!

So Clayton has gone from fool to dancing fool.

Dance is a symptom of auditory synesthesia.

“I can’t control… my hips!”

“Curse this slappin’ track”! That from a kid who was not into music. I don’t think so?

It doesn’t have to be a fast tempo. I produce events and for fun, we’d play “Wonderful Wonderful Copenhagen” and within a minute people would start swaying in beat. Try it!

“Holy Pied Piper, batman!” The kids are going down the rabbit hole. “Danger! Danger, Will Robinson!” …“I want my MTV”.

Clayton has been assimilated…resistance was futile!

When the sound moves you, let it!

Oh, please don’t let that song get stuck in my COME ON SHAKE YOUR BODY BABY DO THE CONGA! I KNOW YOU CAN’T CONTROL YOURSELF ANY LONG-A!

Clayton.. as a representative of the male species.. today you failed the test. You may never become a member of the coveted Old Grump Club. There will be other tests.. but this one was a biggie.

When listening to Artie Shaw’s Begin the Beguine, I like to picture a young Mozart hearing it for the first time.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=cCYGyg1H56s

They’re become maniacs, maniacs…

I don’t know, Clayton. It looks like me when I stub my toe.

Come on, shake your body, baby, do the conga – I know you can’t control yourself any longer – Come on, shake your body, baby, do the conga – I know you can’t control yourself any longer…

Hard not to feel the beat.

Probably no one cares, but Sartre said something to the effect that dance was one of the most immediate experiences we have. There is little if any delay between the reception and the response.

If my wife wants me to dance, a slow, close waltz works best.

Katy knows about Gloria Estefan? More correctly, Miami Sound Machine.