The Lebanon, IN Back to the Fifties Festival advertized their Friday night dance as a 'street dance' and there was truth in that advertizing. For the first time ever, Kelly and I did our thing on asphalt…in fact between the painted lines of a parking spot in front of the Boone County Courthouse. There's an art to dancing in the wild. The surface is imperfect and sometimes treacherous - it slopes in odd ways, there are bumps and grooves, there are oil slicks and discarded chewing gum and you're dancing right in the middle of this mess. Some advice: wear sneakers, pick your feet up, don't get too hung up on technicalities, and just have fun. The dance surface is imperfect, you're not going to be perfect, and that's okay! You're not putting on an exhibition - you're having fun!
The band (the Sunsetters) was decent, they kept a good beat going and played some quality fifties tunes. Personally I love the music of the fifties for dancing. It's got a kind of joyful spirit - all the enthusiasm of a youth culture that hadn't faced Nixon or Viet Nam, when all that mattered was a girl and a cool car. Something about even the sad tunes won't let you get too down.
We had a great time. Who knows, we might be remembering the fifties (okay I hadn't been born then and Kelly was too young to remember them) again next year.
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