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| 08/29/01 - Disco Night Tuesday, August 28. Disco Night at the Commodore. A whole venue full of people, most of whom are dressed in some form of mock disco attire. There are three styles of dance going on on the floor - people dancing as they would at any other club on any other night, people actually dancing disco, and me. Yes, I was dancing, I just wasn't dancing in quite the same style as everyone else was dancing. I was dancing sarcastically. Not that I'm actually able to dance well, but that's all for the better, because I wouldn't want to - most of the time that I'm dancing, I'm dancing to mock the other people who are dancing. In this case, I was mocking the entire disco scene. Not very many people recognize the fact that my dancing is intentionally awful. Whether it's disco or hip-hop or techno dance rave what-have-you, when I dance, I'm showcasing all that is laughable about the entire musical genre. And for someone as stereotyped by others into the heavy metal image as I am, people tend to forget the very real (and highly accurate) possibility that I actually hate the music that gets played at clubs and pubs. However, my humour is lost on most people, unfortunately. It was easier to detect on disco night, though, simply because anyone who dances to disco is assumed to be mocking it, since disco is entirely bad dancing by the mere definition of the word. But in all honesty, I don't think I've ever danced a single dance where I wasn't making fun of the music being played, and the others who are dancing to it seriously. Oh, well, when isn't my humour lost on everyone else? |