We Can Dance If We Want To...

I am 51 years old.  This explains why I had a fabulous time over the weekend seeing Men Without Hats and Howard Jones.  I am not ashamed of my enthusiasms, or of the fact that I was once a 15-year-old girl.  No matter what age we happen to be, we have music that speaks to us because it spoke to us when we were young (unless we are young right now, in which case we are collecting music that will evoke this time later!).  This is a good and useful thing.

For one thing, we can dance.  Sure, we might look silly.  That’s not bad.  Most of us can use an opportunity to lighten up, especially in these dark days.  If we want to be able to jump around into our old age, we had better keep it up in the present.  Dancing is fun, aerobic, and social.  Sing along and you add another level of challenge.

If those old guys up on stage can still rock their leather pants and crazy pleated suits by keeping up the dancing, we can too.