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1.12.2006
Frisky in Phoenix
Okay I was going to title this post, "Nowhere in Particular," as a way to protect the guilty, namely ME, but I think the first step in coping with loss of pride and dignity is to be as truthful as possible.
Last weekend I thought I was going to get a good rest after some serious holiday work/travel, but I received a last-minute call reminding me of an obligation to DJ for two nights at an art gallery in downtown PHX. The first night was no big whoop as I've done it before, but the second night was supposed to be an event with musicians and burlesque dancers, but lo and behold, the only entertainer who showed was a bellydancing girl in a monkey mask. Fortunately, the 20 or so people in attendance stayed a couple hours longer to drink free wine and listen to my eccentric jams. I think we had a good time anyway. Later I wound up with some folks at this club I had been wanting to check out for its famous weekly "hip-hop" night. It was, as the kids say, off the chain, and I was one of the few honkies in attendance. A friend dragged me to the dancefloor where a group of young B-Boys were breakdancing in a circle. During a moment I won't soon forget, I took it upon myself to enter the aforementioned circle alone and do a little James Brown spin followed by a jump into a split formation. I think people cheered/laughed, but I was very drunk and out of shape, thus getting stuck at the bottom. I think I recovered the best I could, even trying to split in the other direction like the Godfather of Soul himself, but at that moment I was struck with a moment of clarity of what I had just done and it took another moment to get back up on my feet. The next day I hurt like hell and still have a painful rugburn on my left knee. I don't know if the moral of this story it to act ones age, or if it's supposed to act as an allegory of inspiration for you to drop your inhibitions and live out your dreams. I can't honestly tell you what will happen next time as I am quite sure there will be a next time, but I have to learn to stop regretting the things that have passed.
Well, that's about it. If this is the first week of the new year, I shudder to think how the rest will pan out.
Last weekend I thought I was going to get a good rest after some serious holiday work/travel, but I received a last-minute call reminding me of an obligation to DJ for two nights at an art gallery in downtown PHX. The first night was no big whoop as I've done it before, but the second night was supposed to be an event with musicians and burlesque dancers, but lo and behold, the only entertainer who showed was a bellydancing girl in a monkey mask. Fortunately, the 20 or so people in attendance stayed a couple hours longer to drink free wine and listen to my eccentric jams. I think we had a good time anyway. Later I wound up with some folks at this club I had been wanting to check out for its famous weekly "hip-hop" night. It was, as the kids say, off the chain, and I was one of the few honkies in attendance. A friend dragged me to the dancefloor where a group of young B-Boys were breakdancing in a circle. During a moment I won't soon forget, I took it upon myself to enter the aforementioned circle alone and do a little James Brown spin followed by a jump into a split formation. I think people cheered/laughed, but I was very drunk and out of shape, thus getting stuck at the bottom. I think I recovered the best I could, even trying to split in the other direction like the Godfather of Soul himself, but at that moment I was struck with a moment of clarity of what I had just done and it took another moment to get back up on my feet. The next day I hurt like hell and still have a painful rugburn on my left knee. I don't know if the moral of this story it to act ones age, or if it's supposed to act as an allegory of inspiration for you to drop your inhibitions and live out your dreams. I can't honestly tell you what will happen next time as I am quite sure there will be a next time, but I have to learn to stop regretting the things that have passed.
Well, that's about it. If this is the first week of the new year, I shudder to think how the rest will pan out.
