Last Friday I was sitting in a bar with friends having some Guinness and polite discourse. Well maybe the conversation did turn foul at times, like when I suggested the man wearing the oyster on his necklace only did so to carry the scent of his mom with him. It wasn't my fault. His friend wanted an oyster joke. It was the best I could come up with at the time.
I was told to look out the window. Outside the packed bar was a young gent with a boom box on his shoulder surrounded by a folks in their early teens who looked like they were recently modeling for the Salvation Army line of clothing. They were engaged in all sorts of boogie to the funky beats that loudly blared out of the stereo.
I go outside and watch the display of these attention whores. My friend commented that they were trying to hard in their clothing choices, no different than Abercrombie junkies, except tighter with their wallets. One guy was pretty funny as when the tape ended he kept dancing for a bit sounding off a few grunts with a "uhhh....uhhh..." Upon realization of the music being done he finally went into correct posture.
It reminded me of a time I was in Portland where I saw a similar incident. It was the early nineties when Nirvana, Soundgarden, and Bell Biv Devoe ruled the charts. There a guy was sharing the joy of 'Rock Steady' with everyone within ear shot. He probably felt that song never gets old. I disagree and made that known to him. He was not amused and truly felt everyone should be reminded that the Whispers are where it's at. You be the judge:
"All the ills of mankind, all the tragic misfortunes that fill the history books, all the political blunders, all the failures of the great leaders have arisen merely from a lack of skill at dancing." - Moliere