Friday came with the usual workload. It seems like, with the business closing down, there would be less work demanding my attention but (so far) that hasn't been the case. I was glad when four o'clock came around and I hit the door with my mind already southbound.
Terry Lee was the evening's attraction and we traveled to Nashville, IN for the pleasure of seeing him. When Terry is in the house you can forego worrying if you'll get a good show or not. The man and his band deliver. They're more reliable than the postal service. Around eight o'clock the band warmed up and the joint was jumping by eight thirty. We danced our ankles off and didn't stumble across the threshold until almost one in the morning – beat, burnt, and crispy but damned happy for it!
It's interesting, you work all day long and come home feeling dead – then you dance all evening long, until you barely can move and every muscle in your body threatens aching revolt and you feel more alive than you have in a long time. Maybe that's the reason that, in the worst of times, people seem to dance the most. Think about the Great Depression – no work, bread lines, and a six mile wide divide between rich and poor and you get swing, jive, and jazz. Maybe these days – gloomy as they are – mark some second American renaissance. Maybe out of these bad times will come something great. It's impossible to say, I'm sure the average Joe treading the dance floors of the 30's wouldn't have imagined there was anything ground shaking about the music or dances he participated in. He probably would have just shrugged and said it felt good to dance. Maybe that's what dance is about – outrunning the weariness and worries of the world in three-minute, musical foot races.
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