Dancing Secrets
Here's something curious I noticed about myself. I generally espouse that I do not dance or that I am at least not very fond of dancing, but that is not necessarily true. I find that when I'm listening to music by myself, music that for the most part is not generally "danceable", I do end up performing bodily movements that one could hazard to guess was the equivalent of dancing.
The implications here are twofold:
First and most importantly, what should be garnered from this is that for the most part, a lot of the music that people dance to is not the kind of music I personally feel compelled to dance to. I still subscribe to the belief that dancing should be natural and music will either make you want to dance, or it will not. Granted, one could be trained, like a monkey, to "dance" to whatever, but this defeats the purpose in my mind to the act. It then becomes a charade, like insincere words or manufactured music with no soul.
Secondly, my dancing is private. It's kind of strange to think of it that way, something that most people have no reservations about openly sharing and displaying. For me, I would rather perform sexual acts in public than dancing. That is not to say I have any exhibitionist tendencies, but rather I would feel less uncomfortable having sex in public than dancing. I'm not exactly sure why this is. I guess I feel a little self conscious about it, but also there's something personal about it. It's not really something I want to share with anyone else.
Whereas I'm pretty open about sex and my body, my dancing is a guilty pleasure I reserve all to myself. And although there's a very slim chance of going to any kind of club or party and hearing "Aerodynamic" by Daft Punk or "Da Rockwilder" by Red and Meth which might evoke some genuine movement from me, for the most part it is usually your Jay-Z's and your Lady Gagas and your whatever catchy song of the week that while these can possibly be songs I like, they don't usually get anything more than a head-bob or foot-tap out of me.
There is 0% chance of me ever hearing Muse, or Paradise Lost, or Interpol or Ghostland Observatory, Arcade Fire, Modest Mouse, Placebo, etc... Or perhaps it is more accurate to say that I have never been in the kind of circles where the kind of music I truly enjoy are ever in abundant supply. These are more the kinds of songs you might hear on a radio. They're more for "rocking out" I suppose but even then a lot of the dancy music I like I never come across anyway. Either way, I'm sure my style of "dancing" would be in stark contrast to however most people celebrate these kinds of music.
And that's fine, because at the end of the day I have no desire or intention to share my dancing with anyone else. I seek neither approval nor judgement. Unlike with sex there is no sense of incompleteness lacking a... partner. Though I do sometimes wish I could do some sweet head-spins or pop-and-locks.
The implications here are twofold:
First and most importantly, what should be garnered from this is that for the most part, a lot of the music that people dance to is not the kind of music I personally feel compelled to dance to. I still subscribe to the belief that dancing should be natural and music will either make you want to dance, or it will not. Granted, one could be trained, like a monkey, to "dance" to whatever, but this defeats the purpose in my mind to the act. It then becomes a charade, like insincere words or manufactured music with no soul.
Secondly, my dancing is private. It's kind of strange to think of it that way, something that most people have no reservations about openly sharing and displaying. For me, I would rather perform sexual acts in public than dancing. That is not to say I have any exhibitionist tendencies, but rather I would feel less uncomfortable having sex in public than dancing. I'm not exactly sure why this is. I guess I feel a little self conscious about it, but also there's something personal about it. It's not really something I want to share with anyone else.
Whereas I'm pretty open about sex and my body, my dancing is a guilty pleasure I reserve all to myself. And although there's a very slim chance of going to any kind of club or party and hearing "Aerodynamic" by Daft Punk or "Da Rockwilder" by Red and Meth which might evoke some genuine movement from me, for the most part it is usually your Jay-Z's and your Lady Gagas and your whatever catchy song of the week that while these can possibly be songs I like, they don't usually get anything more than a head-bob or foot-tap out of me.
There is 0% chance of me ever hearing Muse, or Paradise Lost, or Interpol or Ghostland Observatory, Arcade Fire, Modest Mouse, Placebo, etc... Or perhaps it is more accurate to say that I have never been in the kind of circles where the kind of music I truly enjoy are ever in abundant supply. These are more the kinds of songs you might hear on a radio. They're more for "rocking out" I suppose but even then a lot of the dancy music I like I never come across anyway. Either way, I'm sure my style of "dancing" would be in stark contrast to however most people celebrate these kinds of music.
And that's fine, because at the end of the day I have no desire or intention to share my dancing with anyone else. I seek neither approval nor judgement. Unlike with sex there is no sense of incompleteness lacking a... partner. Though I do sometimes wish I could do some sweet head-spins or pop-and-locks.