August 1, 2005 at 5:50 AM
I had a great time dancing Saturday night. I love to dance, but I don’t get to do it often because I’m not in a dating relationship. There was a special event given at my church as a fundraiser, and I did volunteer work instead of paying. The event was organized by a woman who says she is a frustrated 50s rock singer, and she organized it very well. She described it as a karaoke/jam session/dance, and she told us in advance that there would be music from the 50s, 60s, 70s, and beyond. When I got there, I was afraid that I had made a big mistake. The room was not air conditioned and the guitars were electric. When things got going, everything was great. The professional musicians – lead guitarist, percussionist, and bass guitarist – were fantastic. The percussionist got me on my feet and dancing all the time. I watched him as I danced, and I saw how creative he was. No da-da-da-da steady beat for him. When he did some solo playing at the end of some of the songs, he was spectacular. The audience was small and almost all women. The one couple there did some slick swing dancing. The rest of us just moved around energetically in time with the music. It was downright aerobic. When I was in high school and college, I was too shy and self conscious to dance, so I love it all the more now. The youngest participant was a toddler who was very outgoing and charming. He did more than walk; he really danced. I was so surprised when I learned that he was only 11 months old. He comes by his sense of rhythm naturally, since he’s the son of the percussion player. His dad told me that the kid is already starting to use the drumsticks. The band played some immortal songs by the Eberly Brothers, the Beatles, Billy Joel, Elton John, and other twentieth century greats. They ended with Wipe Out (remember that one?) with a stunning drum solo at the end. After the band stopped playing, I thanked all the musicians one on one partly because I believe in showing appreciation and partly because I want them to come back. We’re already starting to talk about organizing another dance event.