Remember 1999? I thought there was no way in hell that a dufus like W could beat Al “the robot” Gore. Race and gender arguments seemed to be at a low point. I was genuinely excited for the 21st century. Who knew that the whole shit show would start with a few hanging chads?
22 years later and I’m still suffering the same shock I felt on election night when Florida wasn’t called for Gore. In fact, I’m shocked that I have found so many ways to be shocked. Hell, I’m shocked that I still have the ability to be shocked. So what does one do when faced with literally decades of soul crushing news? Dance.
Music is one of the things that can send me beyond the immediacy of such dark times. I’m always on the lookout for a song that can set my soul and feet free.
For a seasoned Deadhead like me, dancing is most certainly a form of meditation. Each limb is guided by a different layer of sound. I know I am in the zone when my head finally stops thinking and I move like I don’t give damn.
The mental health benefits are wonderful because I can turn my brain off for awhile. That makes up a bit for all the people who aren’t thinking enough and hence all the shitty fucking news.
So grab a cup and boogie like your cat’s not watching.