selyse

Welcome to the SG family.

I was like OMG a friend request that never happens! Then I see you're another poor soul trapped in the depressing murky backwater that is the "Greater Binghamton Metropolitan Area."

Woot. I'm your first friend! I think so anyway, when I scrolled up I'm the only one there, go team me!

I'm guessing by dancing you mean some sort of performance type thing like ballet, jazz, tap, etc. but I too enjoy dancing and I am going to express my feelings on different aspects of it in a torrent of words! So prepare yourself for some reading or some ignoring of my heartfelt rantings.

Dancing is so much fun but to me it's more about the endorphins and the connection to something "greater" than myself. That something is a group of people and being enveloped in some groovy and preferably fucked up dance music.

I'm the kind of person who can think quickly so when I'm out dancing to the rave music I pretty much just improvise every movement as some sort of interpretation of the music and try to be as creative as possible. The most important thing is to not stop feeling the music. That communion with the pulsating, syncopated soundscape is one of the most joyful things I've experienced.

I recently watched a BBC documentary, Century of the Self, which is basically about how profoundly Freudian theories (and various subsequent refinements of them) have affected American society on virtually all levels. Literally everything from corporations, government and individuals have been affected in significant ways.

Sillyly enough the only reason I even mentioned the documentary was there was one scene that was filmed at the annual(?) Psychotherapist's Ball in Vienna. For some reason my heart suddenly ached with the desire to dance with a woman in some traditional ballroom sort of way.

For some reason it suddenly struck me as terribly romantic and thoroughly rapturous. To be floating on the balance of leading and following, to be angulfed in a beloved's phermones, eyes and whatever else I'm neglecting to imagine/realize is part of the experience. I was (am?) so shy (er, pathetic) I've never really danced in with someone at all, not even in the mundane realm of the school dance. I live a sheltered life I tell ya what.

Please don't hate me for the forthcoming venom I will express for guitars! I'm a nice boy, er man, I swear.

<myopinionon>Most implementations of guitar is terrible for the aural environment of the free-willed individual. It's ugly intonation corrupts the soul and leaves one ill at ease to the depths of one's very core. In spite of this, guitars (and other equal tempered instruments) and their resulting hyperactive and messy overtones can be useful as a form of sonic caffeine.</myopinionoff>

You should know this is coming from a guitarist who's always shown an intuitive predilection towards guitar technique that either alieviates the intonation (harmonics, feedback, unities, fifths) or minimizes its obviousness* (fast tempo, overtones from gain/distortion (love Gibsons through Masrshalls, mmm).

Anyway, I guess I should go finish fixing this PC over yonder. I do have one question though: Do dumb happy couples make you happy? I mean won't they have dumb babies? Yes, I might just be that jaded but I'm not even sure.

*ugh, sorry I couldn't think of a better word