Dancing With the Stars

I love to Dance, and try to go out and do it every week. I've decided to keep track of things on this front. I don't remember things very well sometimes, and often I get caught up in the moment. It's hard to keep track of background themes when the Muse is always in the forefront.

The Muse looked perfect as she always does, black bikini top, smooth alabaster skin. Long black hair, dipping just below the shoulders. She is an angel in her own right, though she is not entirely comfortable turning her face towards God. Nevertheless, doing is being, and in her own way, she becomes at as at one with the music and moment as any zen master or monk. The world fades, and there is only existence, only she and I remain in the hazy cloud of people around us.

It should be mentioned at this point, that I very rarely actually speak in public or in loud places, except to the Muse. I provide the illusion of conversation, which is to say I nod, and listen and provide understanding gestures, as if I was saying something. Most people when speaking are not actually waiting for responding information, or things to add to their minds; they are waiting for themselves to be understood and be given a social marker to continue. I provide this, and in their heads, they hear me say appropriate things, their mind fills in the gap with something reasonable, and it is assumed that I have spoken. In truth, I have gone years with out saying a word. I only speak when I feel that someone is really, honestly listening, and unsurprisingly, that isn't very often.

The Nights Cast:

Jim/John Blue - Looking good. He's a few pounds heavy, always wears a suit. He looked relaxed, which isn't always the case.

Danikka - A young punker with a colorful sense of flare.
Light friends with the Muse. She seems very sweet.

Noah: An older metro goth with an ear for music. He, like myself, is part of the Dark Tribe, the melange of musically connected people here in the City. I can't say for sure how many of us there are; we are at specific functions, new music outings, experimental DJ's, and dance clubs of all kinds. We are drawn to a darker, more ethereal flow in music, and generally have a good sense on where that will take place. I have been Watching for a long time, and seen many people come and go from this group. It's not so much a group as a state of mind, a set of preferences and a style of listening and being with music, new blood rises into this state, and old members - though I doubt they ever give up thier musical connection and appreciation - give up their search.

Skott Hawk: Dark Tribe. Militant. Graver. This boy can dance. I am inspired by him. His movements are like watching an explosion being carefully contained within the human body. We do not chat as much as acknowledge each other's presence, which for us is like catching up. I see him dance, and he sees me dance; our lives are written in flow and movement, everything important, everything deep, as already being said and being understood. Words would just be a shallow addendum to something deeper.

The Librarian: Sans Bookkeeper. The Librarian is a young twenty something goth, nearly always in a corset and full length tight dress of some kind, who nearly always dances with an older, sterner Victorian goth woman, the Bookkeeper. They are a duo, but lately the older one hasn't been coming out as much, and the Librarian has been seeing two or three different men there instead. She was hardly out on the floor at all last night, I think her boytoys feel uncomfortable either being out there with her, or her being out there at all.

Phade: An old friend, younger sister to another old friend. A sidenote really, I don't see her there very often. Shes kind of like a niece to me. Must have just turned 18, she's been out and about more.

Strawberry/Augustin: A twenty something redhead, very stylish, in the company of her Older Man, who is also very stylish. They look good together, and casually reflect my own relationship with The Muse, who is quite a bit younger than myself. She is very nearly Dark Tribe, though i believe she is more into poi and firespinning, rather than a body connection. Tools such as these provide a sense of disconnection with the music in order to be effective as an art, but that is another conversation entirely.

Dawid: Dark Tribe. Cyber-goth, light show fanatic. The man loves derblinkenlights. He can move; but the lunges are short and his sweeps reverse often, creating the illusion of an empty space. He still misses Angelique, his dance partner and friend - they dated for nearly a year and a half, and their dance styles reflected this. They would often spin lights with and around each other, filling in both sides with a dazzling display. His movements still remember her in his life, and its like he puts her there in his mind even though she is no longer present. He is starting to look around, but any one of Us can tell she has left a whole.

COAT CHECK: Helen. Newer, hangs out there in her time off. Little bit desperate for attention I think.

BARTENDERS:

Jet Black: Not on top of it tonight.
Newbie Ringlets: First time I've seen her, and fourth in succession of one night wonders. they are going through staff like a BC wildfire.

DJ: No Name Bland. (Half shaved head, shorter, thin) He 's trying to switch it up but his mixes are terrible. I don't think its his fault, obviously the brass is trying to get him to mix in some harsher metal and darker top forty crap, to hit up the mass appeal that is Saturday night. I think its safe to say that instead of making everybody happy, nobody was. Not the real dancers anyway. The ones that came to watch, drink, chat, and shake it were probably served up a dish or two they liked.

Time: Two Hours. Couldn't hit the groove at any particular point, and my side still aches from Friday.

Drinks: 6.25 a SHOT! Are you kidding me? That seems high. Pre-drinking, though I hate to do it as I believe in supporting the House, is becoming practical on a scale of five to one.

Still, two hours watching and being with the Muse was pretty much priceless. And we had a nice chat later about life in general. Love that girl so hard it kills me.