A song that I can dance to
If I’ve given you the impression that any of this has been easy, I’ve accidentally misled you.
We’re only at day seven of the challenge, and some of these choices have been very difficult.
This is the most difficult.
It has been almost impossible to pick a song that I can dance to because, despite a smattering of mediocre musical ability, I dance like a fish that has accidentally flopped itself out of the water and on to the riverbank.
I sort of flop around a bit, in random bursts of rhythm and shapes, then I lie there, gasping for a bit, and then I die.
Well not actually die, but the rest of that sentence is, broadly speaking, accurate.
I have, however, successfully completed ‘the slow dance’ on several occasions without actually falling over and gasping for air.
So I was going to cop out slightly, and choose as my ‘song that I can dance to’, a slow dance classic (Hazel O’Connor, Will You), and then yesterday my iPod served up the one and only tune in my 7,000+ song library that anyone can dance to like a flopping around lunatic, and be thought of as completely normal!
Plastic Bertrand, ça plan pour moi
Ah, Belgium’s finest! (Take note Masher, he isn’t French!). Unless you cont the Singing Nun from the 1960s. Yes, any sort of erratic movement coupled with a bit of bobbing up and down passes as accomplished for this song. Despite people deriding this tune I actually do like it and could well have been my choice for song that makes me happy. Except I hadn’t thought of it.
Well, he looks French and he sounds French. That’s good enough for me.
The only thing that distinguishes a Belgian from a Frenchman is the finely-honed French sense of humour. Oh.
There is much to enjoy in this bouncealong disco hit
“Flopping like a lunatic”: a move I perfected in the eighties.
I must have studied at your correspondence class.