Note On Girl I Saw at Modest Mouse
The best way to describe her dancing would be to liken her to an epileptic water-buffalo, but that would be cruel, so i won’t. Instead, I will just say, she was Doin' The Cockroach yeah!
(I really wouldn’t have given it a second thought if she hadn’t been wildly bashing into us over and over again)
Happy Birthday to you too, Joe! You rock!
Joe, oh my gosh, happy birthday. All this talk about amishrobot and there joe sits, silent, powerful, gazing across the lands like a titan, he knows, but he doesn’t always tell. Happy Bday Joe.
I saw this guy this one time dancing the same way a salmon looks like when he’s spawning upstream. If you don’t know what this looks like, imagine a salmon, upstream, spawning. Pretty wicked eh? (sort if like an epileptic water buffalo, but with more flips and dives and less flops.)
It is amazing to me that anybody has the courage to dance with their whole soul anymore. Dancing is a venerable exercise because it just opens one up to piercing scrutiny. I have only had the courage to really “Dance” a few times without caring about how I was perceived. (Since I don’t drink I have to block my inhibitions the old fashioned way) I am sure that I am still being mocked on unknown web logs and newsgroups.
No doubt ;)
I would not normally mock someone for just enjoying themselves. She was careening into people and didn’t benefit from the drunk excuse either.
aaah, the old “I’m a careening car slipping on black ice, and if I appear to be smashing into people it is just apart of the motif.” Or, she was doing a little ditty called “the missile”. It is the fine line between art and dance, and if you don’t like having bodies plummeting you, then you are insensitive to the postmodern (misunderstood) cause. The fact that you don’t understand the artistic impression indelibly made by her hurling her body into people attempting to enjoy the band, reiterates the very point. Time for you to take a long look in the mirror, asking yourself some serious questions (outloud).
Unless you were lucky enough to see Mark dance, you can’t seriously claim to have seen “dancing”. I used to get out on the dance floor with Mark and slowly, inch by inch, move away from the free-form expression of his joy and dance as close to any other guy on the floor as I could without rousing his suspission(Mark’s or the unsuspecting, new partner. I was young and foolish. I commented on his style one -or more- too many times and he quit dancing all together. Oh sure, he’ll do the slow dance shuffle, but no more the uninhibeted dance of his youth. Be careful. You too may crush the spirit of the dancer.
I danced for the first time since marriage the other night (three years). I must say that dancing is an activity that should be devoured like a football player at a hamburger bar. You should walk away with nothing left…like a downpour of rain that lasts weeks, then smell the crisp clean air of refreshment. Everyone around me was drunk, and they weren’t dancing have as well as myself. in fact they all cleared the dance floor to watch me and give me more room, and they looked a little concerned.
I know this is a bit old, but I present it as evidence that amishrobot is being read, and naturally, mocked. See how far your blog has come. http://onion.com/4004/news2.html