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Your Grandparents' Music


"And that's how our generation does it!" exclaimed one of the rocking band members, who was in his early to mid-60s.

"Whoooo-hoooo!" shouted the Husband and I, clapping wildly on the dance floor. We'd been dancing our hearts, souls, and bodies out for the past three hours to soul, funk, and good old rock 'n roll. That last dance—Johhny B. Goode. Whooo-hooo!

Most of the evening, we shared the dance floor with a few other old fogeys and one younger couple who had sweet technical dance moves. During the last hour, young men and women of the reunion Class of 2005 streamed into the lounge. But, it was not until the last two songs that they had enough liquid courage to get out on the dance floor, and finally get into the music of their grandparents generation. 

What a fun night! The band even dedicated a song to me—Cinnamon Girl. First time, ever. 

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  1. Sounds like you had a brilliant evening.

    I love dancing, and in the 80s and early 90s went to classes in almost every type of dancing there is, gaining countless medals and trophies along the way. In the mid 90s I worked weekend evenings as a nightclub dancer and even did a stint as a dancer on a late night tv programme. I don't dance much now - usually only if I go to a wedding reception or some other type of 'do' but I don't need a drink to get up on the dance floor - a couple of beats of the right kind of music and I'm up there :)

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    1. Same here. I don't need to be liquored up to go out and dance. From dancing to bicycling. You are an inspiration for me.

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  2. Dancing - even if it's some simple movement - instead of a choreographed step - is always on my list of happy . . . (I can't glue the idea of fogey and you together . . . )
    love & love,
    -g-

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    1. The drummer and I were in high school together. He said something last night about how glad they were doing 3 sets instead of 4. It gets a bit harder when you're in your 60s. I forgot that we were in our 60s. lol.

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  3. Oh how I love to dance!! It is one of the happiest things to do and see on earth I feel. It sounds like you both had a great time and I love your drawing. I always wished that i could learn to dance like the great stars of yesteryear but, alas, there was no place to dance in my area unless it was a basic tap. I wanted Ballroom. I have to brag that many people thought I did take dancing lessons though because of the way i danced and that made me feel great. Glad you enjoyed yourself, Cinnamon Girl.

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    1. The Husband and I are like you, Birgit. We move with the music and enjoy it greatly. Dancing automatically gets me smiling. We worked a couple of swing moves where the Husband spins me around. Hop, hop, spin. Hop, hop, spin. I love spinning.

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  4. Dancing to a live band is the best! There are so few opportunities to get out on the dance floor anymore - mostly at weddings it seems. It is SO good to just get out there on the floor and shake it all loose....and then have a slow one with your sweetheart.
    I don't think I've ever had a band play a song for me. Way to go!

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    1. In the 12, maybe 13 (I can't remember) years we've lived here, this is the first time we went out dancing that wasn't my high school reunion or the annual Filipino dance. Sometimes, we'd dance at some of the public events like the street fair if the band and mood grabs us. I told the Husband today that if this band is playing on my birthday, we are going.

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