the sourcerer: Bringing back the slow dance.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Bringing back the slow dance.

A few weeks ago at a party, a friend walked up to me and asked: "May I have this dance?"
We had a good whirl around the dance floor - real dancing - with ballroom flourishes.
It was fantastic. It reminded me of my teens and it brought back memories of the slow dance. Why did we ever stop doing that?

So this is the deal. Next time DJ Appletart plays music at a party, there will be slow numbers in-between. That's your cue for holding your honey tight and doing the shuffle. Gazing into each others' eyes. Maybe even having a bit of a smooch.

Click here for one of the best slow songs ever.

❤

8 comments:

Chris said...: count me in appletart!; April 13, 2011 at 12:38 AM
Loiuse said...: What a splendid idea!; April 13, 2011 at 8:00 AM
Sam said...: fantastic idea and a beautiful song on this wednesday morning....; April 13, 2011 at 9:46 AM
Roy said...: sheer brilliance!
(save one for me); April 13, 2011 at 10:07 AM
Susan A. said...: A dreary day in Delaware.....
I live vicariously through your writing.; April 13, 2011 at 10:38 AM
the sourcerer said...: I'm compiling a playlist...; April 13, 2011 at 10:57 AM
Mista Fahrenheit said...: I'm really impressed you picked the MJ version!
Film was a bit wanky, but her 2nd best haricut after Leeloo.

If you need a Milla song for getting the feet to move faster, or if you ever play at a Jewish wedding (the ULTIMATE gig!) try Mezinka:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRHwyHRfklY; April 13, 2011 at 3:06 PM
the sourcerer said...: Good God Mistah Fahrenheit!
do you have a direct line to all things Milla? funny thing is, I thought of you as I wrote, as I do when anything to do with her loveliness comes up, as you are the all-time MJ whiz. and remembering fondly the framed photo of her on your desk...
x; April 13, 2011 at 3:35 PM

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