“Just watched American ice dancers & realized, yet again, what a low, graceless caveman I am.” – Tod Worner
I hear you my fellow monobrowed, hippo-legged goober. Dance, for some, is the liberating experience of extending the spirit into the grace of muscle and sinew transforming space and making man a creature who can sense and portray the freedom of flight while still earthbound.
For me, it is a seismic event, like a drunken troll trying to put his pants on and failing. I envy those who can dance.