Saturday, Jan. 22, 2005 - 11:28 p.m.
I am DISCO
So who knew you could dance to Nick Drake? I didn't, until last night, when I was on such a dancing roll that Hazy Jane (I or II, I mix them up, but the faster one) seemed like one of the most inspiring dance stimulants in the world... ever.Needless to say, I had a great time.
Repatrica, even though The R@smus weren't played, I'm pretty sure you would have enjoyed yourself andI danced for you. (And the rest of anyone ... 3 hours solid!)
For me, dancing is a bit like the sxe, not because of any kind of sensual reason but just that I go for stretches without engaging in it and don't think much of it but when the opportunity comes round and I get caught up in it, it's the best thing ever and I wonder why I deny myself it the rest of the time. But you know, life gets in the way. And the music isn't always as good.
Just saw the last bit of H!s D@rk Materials and I nearly cried at the really painful bit before the land of the dead ... and at the end I thought I would cry, and I did ... and thought I'd got it over with but during the applause I thought I might start again and never stop. And in public, too.