dancing alice my grandpa he's ninty five and he keeps on dancin he's still alive. my grandma she's ninty two sheloves to dance and sing some too. i dont know what ive been told, if you keep on dancing you'll never grow old. come on darlin, put a pretty dress on we're gunna go out tonight. 020404 ... lulie Come on darling, don't look that way Don't you know when you smile I've got to say you're my honey pumpkin lover You're my heart's delight Don't you want to go out tonight 020404 ... Q Oh yes, yes, yes. Let's dance 'til dawn. Oh yes, yes, yes. 020407 ... amy channeling "wew" please do not dance. please do not dance. 020913 ... calvin hey friend do us both a favor no parking on the dance floor 020913 ... Sonya to Jewel's beautiful voice.... "Do you need me...like I need you? Or am I standing still beneath the darkened sky?" 020913 ... farmfish i'm like, hey alice, let's go. 020914 ... nom) children dancing on the green don't seem to seem to care 051007 ... nom) "and tumble out your hair" 051007 ... nom dancing_in_my_bedroom 070103 ... nom nanna's great-grandpa pierre danced the red-river jig till he was 109. i want to dance like him. 070204 ... ljr music so loud my skin vibrates. sweat soaked singlet. body released. hot. 100806 ... gja like no one is watching 100806 ... tender_square i entered a large square room with wood floors and mirrors. a table of judges lined one end, while dancers were stage right preparing themselves in costumes. it was understood we had several numbers to perform, and that we would change, right there, without cover, as others moved in formation across the ballroom. i didn't feel ready. that's the thing with choreography: your body creates a memory through repetition that can't be accessed until the music plays. i knew i wasn't as strong as i'd been before; my heart wasn't in it and so a movement amnesia took place. i couldn't access swathes of steps without craning my neck to anticipate what came next. i only had the energy for marking, for going through the motions. later, our names and grades were written on large sheets that hung outside the room. i had failed three of four dances, doing especially poorly on a performance i thought was my best. i looked to the other dancer scores and they surpassed two hundred points. i barely crested thirty. big, green-dotted stickers hovered over my dance titles indicating i would have to retrace my steps in order to pass. 230212 ... tender_square another dream of dancing. this time i'm in a line at the front of three other women. we're moving our hands and bodies on opposite sides, to give the viewer an impression that we're a bigger mass of movement than we'd be as individuals alone. two men walk in as we're performing in a small kitchen, men i don't recognize. suddenly, i'm self conscious and can't recall my cue. i turn, breaking the spell, to study what the women behind me are doing. "i guess i don't know this part," i muster. "you'll have to teach me." the question on my mind is why am i following, and why can't i invent what comes next? 230214 ... tender_square in the dream i was with a group of people and a band of took a distant stage. i didn't know who they were, but they launched into controller.controller's "sleep over it" and i screamed "i love this song!" and started to boogie. 230215 ... epitome of incomprehensibility 7th floor of the Hall Building at Concordia, tables around an open space, and I'm in the corner quietly marking papers when I hear muted music and see people breakdancing. (Not a dream - I'm here and so are student dance clubs. Speaking of clubs, today_I_learned there is one for drinking tea!) 230216 what's it to you? who go blather from