I realize that not all who read this blog live in the northern hemisphere, and thus may not feel the need to get out from under winter's fat white chilly thumb, but if you do, want you to kick up your heels a little, I have the perfect mental health solution. It was actually suggested to me by a fellow blogger at my other blog, The Cloud Messenger, but it’s the very thing to share here.
1) Turn the thermostat way up and get the place nice and toasty. 2) Dig your freakiest wild summer vacation clothes out of the bottom drawer and put them on. 3) Turn up your speakers to the max. 4) Tune in to the following YouTube video, Come Dancing, by The Kinks. 5) Dance like you did when you were a little kid.
If you don’t live in the north, and are already warm and toasty, then add and extra Step 6 – pour yourself a tall cool one.
Here’s lyrics in case you want to add some karaoke to the fun! Don’t we all have fond memories of a local Palais (or some kind of fun hangout) from our youth? Mine was only a McDonald's drive-in, but hey, don't knock it...
They put a parking lot on a piece of land When the supermarket used to stand. Before that they put up a bowling alley On the site that used to be the local Palais. That's where the big bands used to come and play. My sister went there on a Saturday.
Come dancing, All her boyfriends used to come and call. Why not come dancing, it's only natural?
Another Saturday, another date. She would be ready but she'd always make them wait. In the hallway, in anticipation, He didn't know the night would end up in frustration. He'd end up blowing all his wages for the week All for a cuddle and a peck on the cheek.
Come dancing, That's how they did it when I was just a kid, And when they said come dancing, My sister always did.
My sister should have come in at midnight, And my mum would always sit up and wait. It always ended up in a big row When my sister used to get home late.
Out of my window I can see them in the moonlight, Two silhouettes saying goodnight by the garden gate.
The day they knocked down the Palais My sister stood and cried. The day they knocked down the Palais Part of my childhood died, just died.
Now I'm grown up and playing in a band, And there's a car park where the Palais used to stand. My sister's married and she lives on an estate. Her daughters go out, now its her turn to wait. She knows they get away with things she never could, But if I asked her I wonder if she would...
Come dancing, Come on sister, have yourself a ball. Don't be afraid to come dancing, It's only natural.
Come dancing, Just like the Palais on a Saturday. And all her friends will come dancing Where the big bands used to play.
Video by YT member sundaegirl12004 Photo at www.streetswing.com
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.