Well, technically, that last song is not actually grunge rock nor southern rock nor dance-rock, rather its proper classification is heartland rock.
I have no idea what kind of rock that is.
But the guy needed to get up and dance. (After doing something with his hair) Because you must dance for as long as you have legs that work. If not, then you're just wasting them. And you must do something with your hair so long as you have hair or you're just wasting your asset.
That's what's so sad about his character. The actor/comedian (I think) chosen for this role because he already embodies these traits, willfully wasted legs and wasted hair.
I told my younger brother that I can no longer jump. The leg muscles simply do not coordinate. And jumping is actually complex. He couldn't understand that. This was inside a restaurant, Genroku's, a one-time I-Hop, now exchanged hands again. He goes, "show me." I go, "there's nothing to show. Nothing happens." He goes, "show me nothing happening. I want to see you try to jump." "I go, "Okay, you little fucker, I'll show you what doesn't happen when I try hard as I can." I used two canes to balance, dipped for a jump and then LEAPT high as I could with all of my effort focused on leg coordination and my entire body went boink back to standing up and James goes, "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
And I go, "I hate your fucking guts. "
See what I mean about not wasting your legs when you have legs that work?
I changed my brother into a dancer.
He asked me, "Where would you like to go?" I said, "I'd like to stop into my local bar but order a coca cola" I just want to see the people. He doesn't drink. Had difficulty with alcohol and now he's totally against it in all forms as reformed drinkers and smokers are so often extremists. He goes, "Okay."
So we go to my old neighborhood local bar, in the back, where he watches people dancing. He said, "These people are dancing like they just don't care about anyone watching them." I said, "They don't care. They're remarkably unselfconscious. They're free. Truly free. Free from fear of your judgement. The one that you just made." He was awestruck people could feel so free as to rattle their bones so absurdly in free form style without inhibition." He said, "I wish I could be like that."
That is what I missed when my legs no longer worked. I said goodbye to all that. It's been fun, but goodbye. And moved on.
Back in California, he took dance lessons and learned traditional styles in formal class. He became rather good. He dated more, and dated more purposefully with greater fun. He was proud of himself for becoming less inhibited. He continued dance classes and became very good. He helped teach the classes. The instructor assigned the new hard cases to pair up with him. He's so easy going, so uninhibited, so free in spirit that he put his partners at ease, taught them to permit their bodies to express. He taught others to simply let go. To stop being so goddamn uptight. Unafraid of judgement. To let their bodies dance. To simply express themselves through body movement.
I said, "This transfers to sex. A free dancer is also good in bed." And he goes, Chip, you're so full of shit!
Is the world really better for the loss of inhibitions (or at least the claims of such loss)?
There used to be a joke/expression, No sex please, we're British. And this was supposed to be a terrible thing, a terrible indication of straightened lives, if you listened to the "liberators." But just as much, or more, sex was happening. Surrounded by a moat of, of what? Restraint. Who knows which was worse, then or now?
Sex was part of love for a lot of people. Then the Lefties got a hold of it.
That's what the loss of inhibition has meant. You didn't just hook up with anybody, especially if you were a girl (the Pill and abortion were also big factors).
But a lot of it was romance. Listen to an oldies station. No bitches and hos. I count the hours, can't wait till we can get married.
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Anyone Sixty dates MUST be a dog lover.
Garland Greene on the town.
Is the girl in the red beret supposed to be plain because she wears glasses? They can't fool me!
Well, technically, that last song is not actually grunge rock nor southern rock nor dance-rock, rather its proper classification is heartland rock.
I have no idea what kind of rock that is.
But the guy needed to get up and dance. (After doing something with his hair) Because you must dance for as long as you have legs that work. If not, then you're just wasting them. And you must do something with your hair so long as you have hair or you're just wasting your asset.
That's what's so sad about his character. The actor/comedian (I think) chosen for this role because he already embodies these traits, willfully wasted legs and wasted hair.
I told my younger brother that I can no longer jump. The leg muscles simply do not coordinate. And jumping is actually complex. He couldn't understand that. This was inside a restaurant, Genroku's, a one-time I-Hop, now exchanged hands again. He goes, "show me." I go, "there's nothing to show. Nothing happens." He goes, "show me nothing happening. I want to see you try to jump." "I go, "Okay, you little fucker, I'll show you what doesn't happen when I try hard as I can." I used two canes to balance, dipped for a jump and then LEAPT high as I could with all of my effort focused on leg coordination and my entire body went boink back to standing up and James goes, "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
And I go, "I hate your fucking guts. "
See what I mean about not wasting your legs when you have legs that work?
I changed my brother into a dancer.
He asked me, "Where would you like to go?" I said, "I'd like to stop into my local bar but order a coca cola" I just want to see the people. He doesn't drink. Had difficulty with alcohol and now he's totally against it in all forms as reformed drinkers and smokers are so often extremists. He goes, "Okay."
So we go to my old neighborhood local bar, in the back, where he watches people dancing. He said, "These people are dancing like they just don't care about anyone watching them." I said, "They don't care. They're remarkably unselfconscious. They're free. Truly free. Free from fear of your judgement. The one that you just made." He was awestruck people could feel so free as to rattle their bones so absurdly in free form style without inhibition." He said, "I wish I could be like that."
That is what I missed when my legs no longer worked. I said goodbye to all that. It's been fun, but goodbye. And moved on.
Back in California, he took dance lessons and learned traditional styles in formal class. He became rather good. He dated more, and dated more purposefully with greater fun. He was proud of himself for becoming less inhibited. He continued dance classes and became very good. He helped teach the classes. The instructor assigned the new hard cases to pair up with him. He's so easy going, so uninhibited, so free in spirit that he put his partners at ease, taught them to permit their bodies to express. He taught others to simply let go. To stop being so goddamn uptight. Unafraid of judgement. To let their bodies dance. To simply express themselves through body movement.
I said, "This transfers to sex. A free dancer is also good in bed." And he goes, Chip, you're so full of shit!
After all that, still inhibited.
Speaking of sex......
Is the world really better for the loss of inhibitions (or at least the claims of such loss)?
There used to be a joke/expression, No sex please, we're British. And this was supposed to be a terrible thing, a terrible indication of straightened lives, if you listened to the "liberators." But just as much, or more, sex was happening. Surrounded by a moat of, of what? Restraint. Who knows which was worse, then or now?
Sex was part of love for a lot of people. Then the Lefties got a hold of it.
That's what the loss of inhibition has meant. You didn't just hook up with anybody, especially if you were a girl (the Pill and abortion were also big factors).
But a lot of it was romance. Listen to an oldies station. No bitches and hos. I count the hours, can't wait till we can get married.
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