1001 Disco Days

Invited to a Banksy tribute on Delancy Street, danced hard to old Skool hip hop while the painters painted. After listening all day to Frank Delany explicate Ulysses, I'm in a cerebral dance, where my body is writing, just as the language of Joyce is musical and dances across the page.

On that fantastic pop and lock, groove and slide, conveyer belt around the hood. Quinn pops up like magic and then Katy and then long conversation about books and movies and kids and life. Like magic I tell you! Like an apparition rising from the very sidewalks.  Someone doesn't want to stay off the grass!

Not sure where the slack in the soft shoe came from, but today went out in the hood this morning and then tore it up at Shima's 40th, on a deck in Edgewater NJ overlooking Gotham. Old Skool hip hop. Shaking something out, maybe old age itself. shaking down entropy. 

Dancing with girls in backrayd to king sunny ade. Dance contest. Then inside and flying with Lucia. The best.

Pop meets the void

Thoughts on a leash, but the body moves, twice through the cemetery, to Thee Oh Sees, once at home while the girls ate dinner, to the new tripping ASAP Rocky.  Just life at its tiring sweetest. Can't quite tell what this bird carries in beak. (Metaphor alert)

Great thing about dancing is that it puts you as close to the moment as you can get, because you are following the music, and you don't know where the music will go so you you have to stay on your toes. An especially great way to start your day.  So glad to have another ecstatic dance this morning. Also thinking about that phrase "it's all good." A black squirrel crosses my path and I think 7 years of bad luck and then I laugh. Bad luck is impossible. There is no such thing as bad luck if you are living at the bottom of nothingness and top of everything. But then of course there is cruelty in the world, so it isn't all good, is it? Stare down Great dance album! New favorite band of the month.