One Man Dance Party

Every moment has a song that, if played, acts as an uncontrollable catalyst, changing a moment into a legend. In less then a second a menial drop off and pick up on a Friday night can turn into an event never to be forgotten. In this case, the song was Genesis by French techno duo Justice. It began innocently enough, my companions and I were dropping off one member and picking up another on the back street of their apartment. While awaiting the switch to take place I pressed play on the song,  hoping to get better acquainted with the band I had just recently seen on a replay of Jimmy Kimmel. Like activating the jets of a spa I began to see our driver’s muscles begin to twitch beginning with his eyebrows and lips. Next thing I knew his elbows arose into the position that only means one thing: white boy has decided he wants to groove. The front seat of an SUV is hardly enough room to host a dance so the pulsing and rocking quickly broke these boundary lines. I witnessed the near snapping of the seat, the passenger behind’s arms up in complete preparation for such an event. Sitting shotgun, the surface of my personal bubble was first to be broken as shoulders and bouncing head slammed into me. I recoiled as close to my door as possible in earnest defense. A small push and I thought it would be over but rather my actions helped the dance gain momentum instead. Chuck Taylors extended out the driver side window, spastically moving to the beat. They retreated in the car only to be replaced by the torso of the not-so-tiny dancer who countenance now shone through the moon roof. I now feared for his life as cars drove quickly passed the our parked vehicle, threatening to clip off his body. Reentry took place as he journeyed into the back seat, I was momentarily safe but now watched the madness being forced on another.  A quick turn of my neck and he was now just a pair of pulsing legs hanging over the back seat. What happened next was unexpected. He was now shimmying out the back window, mounting the top of the SUV. The added percussion of his hands and knees working their way towards the front of the car unleashed pandemonium in my chest as I could no longer bear the hilarity of the situation. Our new passenger now in the car, the dancer chose to re-descend through the moon roof and was nearly unsuccessful due to the swift push of the button which caused the window to close in on his legs. I relented and we drove to another apartment to pick up some supplies for the evenings adventures, thinking the dance was over. I was wrong. Entering the long driveway into the next apartment I looked over to find the driver seat vacant, the door open, and our driver doing a speedy moon walk outside of it. An old lady and an oncoming car quickly registered in us the danger of the situation as my mind raced to think of how to prevent disaster. My mind was relieved to see the driver return; only to do it again in the parking lot. Thank God it was finally over.

6 Responses to One Man Dance Party

  1. B. Shaw says:

    You sir, are a great story teller. I felt like I was there! Oh wait…

    I particularly liked how you tagged the story with “retarded”.

  2. K_shaw says:

    I’m scared to think this, but that sounds like my brother and unfotunately, I can picture it vividly.

  3. kendonshaw says:

    oops nevermind…

  4. B. Shaw says:

    oh my word…you…

  5. […] Newcomers Justice have also been a throbbing dot on my musical radar.  I don’t know quite how to describe it.  There is a definite Daft Punk influence heard there, but it goes beyond that.  Their layers upon layers of unbelievably interesting lines and beats make me want to dance, almost to the point of losing control. […]

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