Hey Joanne... LET'S DANCE!!
Joanne- Times Square Joanne 7"
Let's Dance- The Ramones Ramones
*Do The Boob- Real Kids Real Kids
*Do The Twisteroo- The Twisteroos Twisted!
*Do The Robot- The Saints (I'm) Stranded
Toys In The Attic- The CRY! Dangerous Game
#37 [Feels So Strange]- Greenberry Woods Rapple Dapple
Born In Toulouse- Chixdiggit! Double Diggits!
^Do The Bartman- Bart Simpson Do The Bartman
*Do The Standing Still- The Table Do The Standing Still
*Do The Push- The Starjets God Bless The Starjets
Dancehall Domine- The New Pornographers Brill Bruisers
Time Will Tell On You- The Rock Club Yellow Pills Vol 3 More Great Pop
Sucking Out My Faith- Happiness Factor Self Improvement?
*Do The Gal-I-Gator- Travoltas Teenbeat
*Do The Pop- Radio Birdman Radios Appear
*Do the Vampire- Superdrag Head Trip In Every Key
You Are Here- The Rubinoos 45
Gonna Grab It- Rosetta Stone Retrospective Roller 1977-1979
Topshop Bands- The Greatest Liar The Girl With The Chesnut Eyes
*(Do The) Instant Mash- Joe Jackson Look Sharp!
*Do the Chisel- The Soft Boys 1976-1981
*Do The Mutilation- The Revillos Attack of the Giant Revillos
Perfect Girl- Spinning Jennies Starstruck
The Other Side of You- Lime Spiders Nine Miles High 1983-1990
Dreamcrusher Machine- The Shazam Meteor
>Do The Strand- Roxy Music Do The Strand
*Do The Panic- Phantom Planet Raise The Dead
*Do The Dog- The Specials The Specials
The British Are Coming- Weezer Everything Will Be Alright In The End
Feel The Noise- Paul Collins Feel The Noise
Don't Wanna Lose- Ex Hex Rips
Let's Dance- Pezband Pezband
Power Pop Peak: #11 Billboard Hot 100 Airplay 11/20/90
*SacroSet[s]: "Do The" Dance Songs
>Power Pop Prototype: 1973
dancing when I was growing up. Out on the dance floor I'd seen countless variations of what Billy Crystal would later call "the white man's overbite" in When Harry Met Sally and it wasn't pretty. That said, I have always loved music and it has always made me want to move. I've never understood those people who can sit through a rock concert and complain bitterly if anyone in front of them stands up.
I'm a lifelong spastic bedroom dancer- when the door is closed and the music is loud. My first experience dancing in public was in Jr. High, a dance at Duxbury Intermediate School to be exact. It's funny but guys in my school would rag on each other about anything- shoes, pants, shirt, legs, arms, torso, face, hair, etc.- but I don't recall hearing anyone razzed for their dancing. I think this is because we ALL looked ridiculous out there- every single one of us. If it
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Another key to my "dance" is to keep the knees bent while leaning forward slightly at the waist. This keeps you loose and helps avert a huge dancing buzzkill- making eye contact with another helpless dude on the dance floor. Plus it makes you look like you are listening intently to the music and concentrating on your feet. One more thing- in my "dance" you MUST move your feet laterally. Moving up and down with your feet planted is to be avoided at all costs and in the name of all that is holy DO NOT jut out your chin. Of course, more important than any of my patented "dance moves" is feeling the music and not giving a crap what anyone else thinks. It's funny but this is exactly how I feel when I'm dancing at a rock show watching a band blow the doors off the place- the thought of how I look never even crosses my mind. That's the thing I've always
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No doubt "Dance Like Nobody's Watching" is a hackneyed expression but that doesn't make it any less true- especially for white guys like me. So it really doesn't matter if this is what we LOOK like dancing