My roommate was playing some music the other night, some very danceable disco music, and so I danced about for a bit, as I do.
Then he switched to hip-hop. I stopped. "I don't dance to hip-hop." Because I don't. I like hip-hop (well, some of it, as with any other genre), but it doesn't speak to that ass-shakin' part of my brain the way, I don't know...New Wave, disco, electro-punk, '80s pop, oontzoontz, etc. do.
"Oost ooch? What's that?"
"Oontzoontz, you know, like techno music."
"Oooh. Gotcha."
"I actually used to go to a lot of raves, once upon a time."
"You did? Really?"
"Yup, really."
"Wow. Do you have, like, a drawer full of glowsticks and E?"
Which made me laugh and laugh, long and loud.
Posted by thevieve at September 29, 2006 10:58 AMLove it! *smiling* Those were the days..
Posted by: moonshine on October 6, 2006 2:42 PM