Sep 19 2007
Ghost Dance Bop
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By Adam Engel
9/19/07
Fairies, Angels and UFOs will come, Ares and Aphrodite too (he’ll come like Gary Cooper in a tux and she in sequins like Marlene Dietrich — or is it the other way?) so loud was the Rhythm of LIFE, so ineffective, but fun to make some noise and dance. We’ll dance on THEIR graves and on our own; clang our pots and smoke them; amplify our ukuleles, bang the ear-drums slowly, meltdown decibel boom or bust and
WELCOME TO THE WOODSTOCK, D.C. GHOST DANCE JAMBOREE (AND ARMAGEDDON TOO)!
Greed, fear and Muzak be damned! We’ll have a blast (pun intended), and know this doesn’t have to be, this Thanatos Waltz, although it is and was and ever always puff of us poof of us bodies in time to be forgotten.
Oh well. Big deal. Shut up. Dance. Dance or die. Dance and die. Don’t matter: do the bunny hop hustle bump and grind jitterbug Charleston go go go, L’il sister, show yer hoochie koochie cuckoo shoes nude to the waist oh darlin’ lemme part yer beet curtains it’s only for one night a life without consequence, a Dance without memory or permit.