summerfolk!
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damm that was a great weekend. First I discovered a couple of new bands to go see and dance to so i'm stoked. What casti? Yes okay.
Swing!
Pavlo
The thing with the dancing got a little weird actually. Now I can't IMAGINE going to a festival and not dancing. At a real folk festival that can be somewhat difficult because you can only dance so much to a single guitar and a voice. Summerfolk is a little more varied. Still when I hear dancing I sort of run off and jump up and dance because I learned last year that the good dancing is few and far between.
So Friday night I was hanging out with JG and (I'll call him) Site [funny because i only have one reader who will know to whom that nick refers :)] and JG was like 'let's go to the beer tent' so I decided to wander over with them and man. I was blown away. My hips started to dance before I even had my beer ordered and I ended up abandoning these wonderful folks and J's brother CG and dancing my FACE off! Like I was jumping up and down and thrashing around the music was so good. This band Swing meld french and english like true bilingual people do and they can drop a rhythm, stomp on it and twist it inside out without taking a break from the dancing.
In short, they fucking rock.
Then the dancing thing started. People (just a couple) started talking to me to tell me how much they enjoyed watching me dance. I was just like 'uh yeah there's a band on stage, why are you watching me?' Still I didn't pay much attention.
Then I met the band the next morning while they were getting ready for a workshop and the singer accused me of starting the dancing (which i didn't btw) and I realised he had been watching too. So after the workshop the singer from the OTHER band came up to me and said something and then it just got silly. People would stop me to tell me they were watching me dance on a regular basis. Still I could ignore it.
Saturday night comes along and JG drags me off to see Pavlo and I hear about five seconds and I know there is no way I'm SITTING through this stuff. Just not a chance in hell. So she offs to take photos and i off to dance. And that's fine for a while but then the drummer gets out a box drum and sits on it. [If you've EVER heard a box drum you will know that the closer you are to it the more fun you're going to have] So I took off around the whole floor to the other side of the stage and started dancing there.
Yeah so after I communed with the drummer (he may not be aware of this btw) a bunch of other folks joined me and we danced to the end of the set. Finally in the encore this one girl grabs my hand and goes 'let's go on stage' and she really wanted to go so after a bit of convincing I decided to go with her.
Well we jumped on stage and ten people followed us and we just danced out the rest of the set. At one point the singer was calling me out but I let the teenager dance with him cause she was enthralled and really whatfucking ever. And then.
Holy shit the and then is really weird for me and makes me feel like SUCH an egotistical person for even talking about it.
Okay so I go up to Pavlo after his set to thank him for the great dance music (I always try to thank the ones that dance me exhausted) and he hands me a CD and then takes it back to sign it. And then. People the entire rest of the weekend came up to me to tell me how they had enjoyed my dancing... and my little inner ego girl sure loved it. Like all the time.
Still that's not the part that I'm really talking about [even though at least 20 people did that and i'm still a bit freaked out... it got like 'hey you're that amazing dancer' when i said hi to people... WEIRD!] What amazed me was how many people came up to me and said 'I wished I was up there dancing with you' or 'i'm so glad you danced, I wanted to dance but i didn't want to start it.'
Um... what?
If you wish you were dancing? DANCE already. Like seriously. Are you going to spend your whole fucking life going 'oh i would do whatever if i had the nerve?' or 'if someone else goes first i'll...' because I am here to tell you that life is FAR too short for that kind of bullshit.
[please don't mention my total lameness about asking boys out, being a relationship coward has nothing to do with learning to surf or dancing alone]
I was really just baffled by this behaviour and I heard it from a pile of people over the course of sunday. Also I was baffled by why they were watching me over the hot mediterranean guys who were performing about 30 feet to the left of me.
WHY on earth wouldn't you dance if you wanted to? ESPECIALLY if ten other people already are?
Why?
damm that was a great weekend. First I discovered a couple of new bands to go see and dance to so i'm stoked. What casti? Yes okay.
Swing!
Pavlo
The thing with the dancing got a little weird actually. Now I can't IMAGINE going to a festival and not dancing. At a real folk festival that can be somewhat difficult because you can only dance so much to a single guitar and a voice. Summerfolk is a little more varied. Still when I hear dancing I sort of run off and jump up and dance because I learned last year that the good dancing is few and far between.
So Friday night I was hanging out with JG and (I'll call him) Site [funny because i only have one reader who will know to whom that nick refers :)] and JG was like 'let's go to the beer tent' so I decided to wander over with them and man. I was blown away. My hips started to dance before I even had my beer ordered and I ended up abandoning these wonderful folks and J's brother CG and dancing my FACE off! Like I was jumping up and down and thrashing around the music was so good. This band Swing meld french and english like true bilingual people do and they can drop a rhythm, stomp on it and twist it inside out without taking a break from the dancing.
In short, they fucking rock.
Then the dancing thing started. People (just a couple) started talking to me to tell me how much they enjoyed watching me dance. I was just like 'uh yeah there's a band on stage, why are you watching me?' Still I didn't pay much attention.
Then I met the band the next morning while they were getting ready for a workshop and the singer accused me of starting the dancing (which i didn't btw) and I realised he had been watching too. So after the workshop the singer from the OTHER band came up to me and said something and then it just got silly. People would stop me to tell me they were watching me dance on a regular basis. Still I could ignore it.
Saturday night comes along and JG drags me off to see Pavlo and I hear about five seconds and I know there is no way I'm SITTING through this stuff. Just not a chance in hell. So she offs to take photos and i off to dance. And that's fine for a while but then the drummer gets out a box drum and sits on it. [If you've EVER heard a box drum you will know that the closer you are to it the more fun you're going to have] So I took off around the whole floor to the other side of the stage and started dancing there.
Yeah so after I communed with the drummer (he may not be aware of this btw) a bunch of other folks joined me and we danced to the end of the set. Finally in the encore this one girl grabs my hand and goes 'let's go on stage' and she really wanted to go so after a bit of convincing I decided to go with her.
Well we jumped on stage and ten people followed us and we just danced out the rest of the set. At one point the singer was calling me out but I let the teenager dance with him cause she was enthralled and really whatfucking ever. And then.
Holy shit the and then is really weird for me and makes me feel like SUCH an egotistical person for even talking about it.
Okay so I go up to Pavlo after his set to thank him for the great dance music (I always try to thank the ones that dance me exhausted) and he hands me a CD and then takes it back to sign it. And then. People the entire rest of the weekend came up to me to tell me how they had enjoyed my dancing... and my little inner ego girl sure loved it. Like all the time.
Still that's not the part that I'm really talking about [even though at least 20 people did that and i'm still a bit freaked out... it got like 'hey you're that amazing dancer' when i said hi to people... WEIRD!] What amazed me was how many people came up to me and said 'I wished I was up there dancing with you' or 'i'm so glad you danced, I wanted to dance but i didn't want to start it.'
Um... what?
If you wish you were dancing? DANCE already. Like seriously. Are you going to spend your whole fucking life going 'oh i would do whatever if i had the nerve?' or 'if someone else goes first i'll...' because I am here to tell you that life is FAR too short for that kind of bullshit.
[please don't mention my total lameness about asking boys out, being a relationship coward has nothing to do with learning to surf or dancing alone]
I was really just baffled by this behaviour and I heard it from a pile of people over the course of sunday. Also I was baffled by why they were watching me over the hot mediterranean guys who were performing about 30 feet to the left of me.
WHY on earth wouldn't you dance if you wanted to? ESPECIALLY if ten other people already are?
Why?
posted by sassinak | 11:57 PM
11 Comments:
omigod! you ARE the dancing queen ... you can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life.
sounds like you had mondo fun; I'm glad.
and some of us don't dance even if we want to cuz we know we suck ... just like some people won't sing karaoke even if they want to cuz they suck ...
*is a singer, not a dancer .. anymore*
dzer there's an expression that covers this... 'dance like noone's watching' ... now that's hard to do on the main stage at a festival but a lot easier to do off to the side in the corner. if you want to dance, dance... everything else is just window dressing.
I think I danced all my dancin already ... got nothing left ...
and the only music that even comes close to tempting me to the dance floor is 80s old school like Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam with Full Force ... LOL
if all you want to dance to is 80s music then GO FIND an 80s night!
geeze... dancing is good for your soul... in fact at that indian/catalan wedding i went to the old folks danced more than the youngsters and noone gave a shit what they looked like!
hey i LURVE your new pic treesa! it's most excellent!
Yeah I just don't get how many people told me they wished they were dancing. Like seriously people life is too short to wish you were doing things.
'sides it's good for your back!
once you're the only one dancing once it gets easier and easier.
yeah that's it exactly... watching your life pass you by.
i don't get that at all. and close my eyes and pretend no one is watching. :)
castu that's a great way to start growing some nerves it's true!
i'm with you on the evils of the navbar. i feel bad not letting people click next blog but i have great links out so whatfuckingever
nah i like the random ones... it's a good way to get more readers :)
the spammers suck but they seem to have forgotten me again *crosses fingers*
mmmm tequila
hmm ... so the mantra ...
you can dance if you want to
you can leave your friends behind
cuz your friends don't dance
and if you don't dance
then you're
no friend of mine
... holds up?
LOL
Here's my mantra: nervousness is the flip side of anticipation.
I also like: Feel the fear and do it anyway.
(That one's actually a book title.)
I'm like you. I'd rather dance in public and ignore nerves than ask a guy out! But I will, dammit. I WILL ask *him* out.
One of these days!
dude
i'd rather dance on stage during the encore of the final performance of saturday night on the mainstage at summerfolk than ask a guy out... and you know me... so imagine that one!
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