Friday nights, for a bit of fun...
May. 1st, 2010 04:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperance...We'll go dancing.
Meanwhile...
Yes, yes. I know it's Saturday, but I'm going dancing anyway. Well, I'm going to the dance. Not the kind where you actually, y'know, join in; I have decided, I'm too old to have to do that any more. But I do still love to be danced at, lithe young things getting sweaty for my entertainment. Almost as much as I love to be sung at. If it came to the choice, ballet or opera, I'd go opera every time - but be exceedingly reluctant, every time, to let the ballet slip. When I was a kidling there was this thing that happened at school every week, "Music and Movement", where we all assembled in the hall and a teacher turned the radio on and we spent half an hour skipping around to the tunes it played, doing what it told us. Weird: but I was going to say "there is still a power in movement, as much as there is in music," only then it occurred to me that actually music is movement, at least in that sense where time is what stops everything happening at once. [And I still cherish that definition of syncopation that allies it to a pubcrawl, "an uneven progress from bar to bar".] And then I thought I ought probably not to pontificate, because, y'know. Pomposity is so unappealing.
Still: I get to go to the dance tonight.
Meanwhile...
Yes, yes. I know it's Saturday, but I'm going dancing anyway. Well, I'm going to the dance. Not the kind where you actually, y'know, join in; I have decided, I'm too old to have to do that any more. But I do still love to be danced at, lithe young things getting sweaty for my entertainment. Almost as much as I love to be sung at. If it came to the choice, ballet or opera, I'd go opera every time - but be exceedingly reluctant, every time, to let the ballet slip. When I was a kidling there was this thing that happened at school every week, "Music and Movement", where we all assembled in the hall and a teacher turned the radio on and we spent half an hour skipping around to the tunes it played, doing what it told us. Weird: but I was going to say "there is still a power in movement, as much as there is in music," only then it occurred to me that actually music is movement, at least in that sense where time is what stops everything happening at once. [And I still cherish that definition of syncopation that allies it to a pubcrawl, "an uneven progress from bar to bar".] And then I thought I ought probably not to pontificate, because, y'know. Pomposity is so unappealing.
Still: I get to go to the dance tonight.