Week 22: Dance
Bonjour discothèque de fromage
Music used to be a much more significant part of my life: my dad was a professional jazz musician, I fell in love with my husband because he looked like Ian McCulloch and a good night involved HOURS of dancing!
I would dance with total abandon. Our social group revolved around gigs, festivals and clubs. This started tailing off as the kids got older, but we have tried to instil in them a love of live music. We've experimented with festivals: Solfest when they were little, where I cried at Badly Drawn Boy and we all got dressed up as characters from Grease, to Wilderness where at times I felt I was on the set of Made in Chelsea! Our favourite is Green Man in Wales, where I have danced in joy at Mumford and Sons with my middle daughter on my shoulders and tried not to stalk the mighty Jarvis Cocker!
Anyway this love of music and dance disappeared for a while - mainly due to a general disgruntlement with life. It was almost as if this joyous part of me didn't want to emerge lest it reminded me how functional my life had become. It reminded me that those days were over.
But after some determination and brave decisions these demons were put to rest and I can gauge the vitality I feel again for life by my ability to dance and sing! And I am no longer a music snob. I will happily dance to the cheesiest of tunes. The main difficulty is opportunity, especially when you live in a very busy household. So i have also embraced the waist up dance for use in the car!
You smile, you work your heart, limbs and soul. Who cares if there is not an ounce of 'coolness' on show? Life is so much more embracing after a good dance.