Dancing with the Bride...

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What can I say about dancing with the prettiest bride ever? It breaks my heart and warms it all at once. She is so happy, and beautiful, and having such a great time.

It's not an earthquake

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I'm taking dancing lessons.



Troll in slippers, whirling with the grace of a druken Yak, the Love of My Life is risking her dainty little toes.



The joy that is mine.

The Necromantics

I got a call from the Big Kid. He asked if I would like to go with him to see a band that plays Psychobilly Rock (?). The differences in punk music are described in terms I can only call hair splitting. Everyone has their own niche. I don't get to hang out with him much due to work schedules, so I felt any opportunity to hang with the kid was a good time.

I have never been into the punk scene. It is however very amusing. Never have I seen a better collection of Tattoos and nose rings, body piercing, outre hair styles, clothing almost worn, butt cracks and belly adornments, and that was just the girls. The guys were considerably more violent in a, controlled- I'm just dancing kind of way, and less made up. The songs (?) were all too loud and sounded the same. The sound guys are careful to set the system up to the preference of the band, and then turn it up so loud the only thing you can hear is the roar of the bass, words go unheard.

I think I may have some permanent hearing loss.

Some of the girls were cute, particullarly those in short skirts, dancing and occasionally kissing their girl friend. It might have been for shock value, most of the wierdness was a pose to catch the attention of the crowd, not serious perversion.

The Necromantics are showmen all. They sport slanted eraser haircuts, the required black clothes, lots of tats and lots of eye rolling to look like zombies. The stand up base is in the shape of a coffin, and the lead guitar player can make it scream for mercy. With songs like : Necrophilia, Horny in the Grave Yard, Who Killed the Cheerleader, the cheerful atmosphere can only be imagined.

It was a good time. If he asks again I will take some ear plugs, drink more beer and hope no one is stupid enough to pick a fight.

"Slam dance" doesn't mean the same thing to all participants

Blue Eyed Soul

Went to a concert by Michael McDonald last night. The man gives a good show. No Flash, just good music.

The opening was the introduction ( not by McDonald) of four marines wounded in Iraq, they got a five minuet standing ovation. Oh Yes! We love our boys in uniform! Several thousand people, everyone there, stood up and showed them the love. Guess who we support.

McDonald still has the voice and he can still wear out a keyboard. His group is experienced, talented, and professional. He didn't waste any time talking, we got an hour and a half of good music.

We proved, yet again, that white boys cain't dance, try as we may. I will pat a foot, if the music is good, but stomping around the camp fire trying to show my rhythm and flexibility is DOOMED from the start. Unfortunately some of the guys at the show don't own a mirror, and the poor attempts at "shakin' da booty" were pitiful.

Too much booty,,,,, not enough soul