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My fingers, wrists, voice, and even legs are sore from last night's gig at the little below-ground punk/indie club. I got a surprisingly large number of people in there, dancing and cheering.
The stand-out was a couple (a hobbity looking guy, and a skinny blonde girl in a very short dress) that started doing absurdly over-the-top wild dance steps that looked like a cross between manic swing dancing and the mating rituals of cranes (at one point I amused the crowd by saying into the mic, "it looks like a National Geographic special"). I played something they could swing dance to for about 20 minutes without stopping, which got the crowd even more excited. I later was informed by several in the audience that the girl wasn't wearing any underwear.
The stand-out was a couple (a hobbity looking guy, and a skinny blonde girl in a very short dress) that started doing absurdly over-the-top wild dance steps that looked like a cross between manic swing dancing and the mating rituals of cranes (at one point I amused the crowd by saying into the mic, "it looks like a National Geographic special"). I played something they could swing dance to for about 20 minutes without stopping, which got the crowd even more excited. I later was informed by several in the audience that the girl wasn't wearing any underwear.