My Cultural Sensibilities Are More Sophisticated than Yours. Clearly, It’s a Crisis.
Jason Kuznicki on Aug 5th 2008
[E]very night in cities all over the country, perfectly good music goes to waste on people content to stand there. More than one event function planner and wedding DJ has noticed that it’s harder to get the party started. In Boston, the city’s humongous twin dance clubs, Axis and Avalon, no longer even exist; they were recently demolished to make way for a giant House of Blues. And for the first time in recent memory, we’re having a serious party-dance crisis.
Today there’s probably not one person in a thousand who knows how to dance a proper minuet. (Antiquarian though I am, I’m not one of them.)
This is not a crisis. This is a crisis. Or this. But not this. If you think I’m going to shed any tears for the Chicken Noodle Soup (Yes, it’s a dance. Who knew?), then I’d like to invite you to our next soiree, where we shall dance a cotillion, followed by a Viennese waltz, and after that some good old fashioned tarantellas.
And Scaramouche, can you do the fandango? Nope… I didn’t think so. Obviously, it’s a crisis.
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