even when presented with music that it is impossible not to dance to…
kc don’t dance.
even when given beat after luscious beat…
kc don’t dance.
so i looked around me friday night whilst lcd soundsystem played their new-york-lovin’ hearts out and here’s what i see:
to my front left – 3 girls with dour looks on their faces. looks that said, “what-evah”. one of the girls even sat down in her chair, as if to defy the rhythm-soaked air.
to my immediate left – a couple girls, trying to get down…but talking on their cell phones at the same time. how did they manage this amazing trick and who could they possibly be conversing with? i do not know.
behind me – people who seemed interested in the music. but kc don’t dance.
to my immediate right – gilmore! who liked the show and busted moves. gilmore dances.
in front of me – sarah and the biz…both getting down as well. they dance.
so i think, “not too bad in our little pocket of starlight.” then i look down in the orchestra section, expecting to see a crowd swaying and undulating and pulsating along with the blips, beeps, booms, and bips of the music. but kc don’t dance.
kc don’t dance.
kc appreciates…kc welcomed and enjoyed lcd soundsystem, i’m sure of that.
but kc don’t dance.
kc just don’t.
oh, some of kc do. there was a couple of girls getting nutso in the aisle and that made me smile.
but overall, kc don’t dance.
and then the arcade fire comes out…
and –
damn. i felt like i was a part of something bigger than myself. every song an anthem and almost every song a sing-a-long…it was a performance that inspires you to make your own music. to make your own anything, really, just so long as you’re enjoying every minute of it.
the arcade fire ain’t really dance music so no surprise that kc didn’t dance there.
but the arcade fire put smiles on the faces of those pouty broads next to me.
and that’s a feat worth mentioning.
thanks, rock-n-rollers. i’m glad the rabid bats didn’t do you in.
ps. listen to ben frost.