The music sweets me so

The music sweets me so is a line from a children’s book, The Dancing Granny, written by Ashley Bryant. That phrase is an appropriate one for how music impacts me.

I love music and dancing so much that I pretty much can not listen to any music except jazz or classical music if I want to get out of my door. Music with a beat compels me to dance. When I dance I am a different person. In my “girlish” days – I went to Biff’s nearly every Saturday night for years. (Yes, I was a Biffette.) I never had a drink other than Perrier or club soda or orange/cranberry juice mixed. I was there to dance! And, oh boy, did I.

Today I walked to the post office while listening to my ipod. (Thanks hubby for this wonderful gift.) Sometimes one song or a short sequence of songs will captivate me and I’ll keep playing them over and over. Today Phil Perry’s version of Hey, There Lonely Girl captured me. I must have listened to it ten times on the walk home.

I made plans to grab my husband when I got home, put one ear plug in his ear, keep on in my ear and dance to this song. In the meantime, I sang the song softly to myself and avoided the urge to just walk up to a guy and ask him to dance. I wish we lived in a world where it was acceptable to just break out dancing. The need to dance was a physical ache/demand for me. All I could do was just sashay on home – do the things I needed to do (check emails, fold a load of clothes, put a second coat of paint on an art deco style umbrella stand I’m refinishing, prepare dinner, finish reading the paper). So, I did all these things and waited to ambush my husband with a slow dance when he got home.

Attached is a short piece that I wrote almost in one sitting during my Biff’s days. The longing expressed in the story is something I really felt.

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CJ October 23, 2007 at 4:22 pm

Girl-rl-rl-rl, the memories that flooded my being as I read, “No One to Dance With.” My place was Diamond Jay’s and yes, there were nights when there was no one of interest to dance with. But eventually, the Long Island Ice Tea would kick-in and my dance was on. My faceless this-is-MY-song-and-I-don’t-dance-by-myself partner would eventually tap me on my shoulder and say, “Hey baby, aren’t you gonna talk to me?” And my standard response was, “No romance, just wanna dance.” Thanks for the memories Candelaria!