[Style libre] Tribute to those who dance badly

There are two ways to start going to see shows again: slowly but surely, or, like festival-goers these days, fifteen concerts in three days. Lacking, you say? About this, my friend Olivier said: “It seems that the musicians haven’t been on stage for a long time. They come back in full force fresh and ready, with the knife between their teeth and the desire to fill our mouths with it. »

Wow, what a picture! More rock than that, there would be Marjo and Ozzy throwing bats. In an ecstatic crowd! And in this World Tour crowd MARJO & OZZY International Chicken Dance Tour (which I like to imagine in a moment of frenzy-recklessness-life-is-like-before), there are also LOTS of people dancing haphazardly.

What I mean is that 99% of them have never taken dance lessons. And it is particularly to them that I want to pay homage. Because sometimes, we go to see a concert that isn’t that extraordinary, but we still have a split smile all along. There’s another show happening right in front of the stage…

No, people who dance badly don’t hide to dance. This is their number one quality. They are also completely unaware that other spectators are filming them more than the singer with their cell phones. They may not even know they are dancing. We call it letting go, and not caring about others. And that’s even more rock than Marjo and Ozzy together.

Some types of dance underestimated in our society:

the air-guitarthe air drums where the Air “insert the instrument of your choice”, consists in pretending to play an instrument in a vacuum, even if one has never learned to play an instrument in one’s holy life;

Solo Jig has the particularity of not necessarily being desired at the base. It occurs when a person begins to jiggle their heels and legs intensely, inviting others to join in by hanging on with their arms. No one is boarding. The person reinvents himself alone;

The Soft Hand is performed mainly with the hand that is moved softly, palm up and half-open, as if stirring invisible dice. (Juxtaposed with a few snaps of the fingers that should not seem random, this dance has the power – although more timid – to give the impression that one understands the beat of free-jazz which is being played.);

The Lindberg, that one, I think my mother and my aunts invented. Has a party Christmas, late at night, after listening to nicer stuff like For flirting with you or both sides of the cassette Tonight we dance! Flight. 2. Failing to have been able to attend the improvisation between Robert Charlebois, Claude Péloquin, Louise Forestier and Pierre F. Brault, who created this flagship song around a piano at three o’clock in the morning somewhere in 1968, I was learned, at a very young age, that it is extremely good to go into a trance without any drugs and to say “crisse” at the same time as Louise Forestier. All while mimicking Boeing, airplanes and pigeons flying into space;

Any form of split or any movement Karate Kid.

You will see on YouTube the legendary Rufus Thomas, who, during an outdoor show in 1972, invited the crowd to dance the Funky Chicken. It starts with chicken noises and it takes place in a football stadium… Children, adults, hats, bell bottoms, necklines, tank tops and colorful dresses come down from the stands, jump the fences to get their wings, buttocks , hips, full heart.

It is, honestly, the most awe-inspiring music archive on all of YouTube. And I confess to you very humbly that, if I share it with you today, it is because I ardently wish one thing: that never again will an artist seem to beg his audience to “come forward “.

Thank you. They give us so much, the musicians; the least you can do is give them the minimum. So let’s approach the scenes and, if we feel like it, live them by dancing our lives.

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