IdleRich

IdleRich
That's it, you can spread your wings and do a thousand things.
Actually, having said that about watching, I should point out that I just like observing people in general... sitting in a cafe watching the world go by, basically staring at people walking down the street and so on, in fact over the years I have pissed off a few people with my blatant gawping, had a few "what you looking at"s and so on, all pretty much deserved.
The other day we went to this party and there was this girl, one of those people who kinda runs round the whole dancefloor dancing really enthusiastically and going up to people and sort of forcing them to dance along with her in a smiley, jolly way. Annoying basically. She was very young I suppose. But the thing is, she was out of time, just running round and jumping and smiling and stuff but in a way that really bore very little relation to the music. Very odd. I guess some people just can't hear the beat somehow - or feel it or whatever - even at the most basic level (actually, come to think of it - Dan, Tea you've seen Josie dance, also a bit like that (though obviously don't tell her that - I know what a tattle-tale you are Dan)).
Also weird are the ones who only have one short loop of the kind mentioned above, just get on the beat and repeat the same move for six hours and then go home. Or those who don't move their feet. Not necessarily bad I guess but I don't get it myself at all. As long as they're smiling and happy and add to the vibe then that's the main thing for me.
 
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DannyL

Wild Horses
I think you're bang on Rich. To me, it's one of the big differences between going out pre-house music - which I didn't do that much, I was still very young, and after it. That sense of style in the moves of those that you're watching. Raving kinda largely destroyed that. Mind you, I used to find the bar so high though that'd put me off going on the dancefloor at all, seeing people pull off all these incredible moves, that were hard to even follow, let alone imitate. You still get it in some black music clubs, most noticeable in Northern soul nights. Proves that white men can jump, after all. Even excluding the more athletic moves, the very basic language of dancing to Northern is different. I've gone to a lot of Northern nights with friends and they usually struggle to get it right in some way, if they're not used to it (as do I tbh).

Some fun footage here from last year:

 
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DannyL

Wild Horses
That video gets good about 6.30

This one is good. More highlights, lots of kicks and floorwork. Proto-breaking, really.


It's so weird when you're at one of those nights and this explosion happens right next to you and someone is high kicking next to your earhole.

I should probably mention how the best thing about Northern nights is that they really are just about the music and the dancing. It's hard to communicate if you've not been to one but everything else is just .... excluded. It's a very pure experience.
 
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Corpsey

bandz ahoy
sober corpse does ironic "ha ha, i'm white but dancing to hippity hoppity music" dance.

pilled up corpse is just drenched in sweat, tomato red faced and jaw grinding like some kind of industrial machinery.

This is accurate.

The ultimate manifestation of dancing corpse is at a friend's wedding. Tie round the head, sweat-drenched shirt bursting open to disgorge hairy flab, screaming when the DJ drops "September", relatives of the bride escorting their kids to the exits.
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
There was a video of me dancing at a UK funky party in Bristol which was a road to Damascus document that forced me to lose weight.

Hawaian shirt, visible gut, screaming like a howler monkey because the DJs playing crazy cousins

A horrible sight

A wonderful sound

 
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Corpsey

bandz ahoy
The funny thing is at weddings I find being absolutely leathered on wine and dancing over excitedly to Bruno Mars or whatever actually gets me higher than drugs.
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
One thing I loved about juke/footwork was how the music seemed to have evolved symbiotically with the dancing. It was dance music that wasn't really made for people who couldn't dance in a very specific, athletic way - that's why it was so strange and mutated. I didn't get the impression that the producers were thinking "let's make this music really weird". It was more utilitarian than that.

I wonder if there's dance videos to drill n bass?
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
Are you a wedding crasher, Corpse?

No - I usually have to be persuaded/dragged to go to them, actually.

But I've realised that when I do go, I'm liable to dance harder than I ever danced at a nightclub/rave, simply on account of excessive booze, a yearning to break free of my ironed and buttoned-up bonds — plus a soundtrack of the cheesiest disco and soul music ever recorded.

It was at a wedding that I was introduced to this hellacious banger

 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
I remember someone posted a quote from ILX about how jungle was impossible to dance to. Why didn't everybody just listen to Lindstrom?
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
There was a video of me dancing at a UK funky party in Bristol which was a road to Damascus document that forced me to lose weight.
Please show us this video. Please.

It was dance music that wasn't really made for people who couldn't dance in a very specific, athletic way
I don't understand this sentence, I think there are too many negatives in it, or possibly too few. Or perhaps it's me.
 

sadmanbarty

Well-known member
This is accurate.

The ultimate manifestation of dancing corpse is at a friend's wedding. Tie round the head, sweat-drenched shirt bursting open to disgorge hairy flab, screaming when the DJ drops "September", relatives of the bride escorting their kids to the exits.

at corpse's wedding after he's done all that slow dance rubbish to 'thinking out loud' he puts this on and he, me, luke and brackles will all go ape shit on the dance floor. the full sweaty embrace of the lads.


that's proper sweaty wedding shirt untucked music. top buttons undone. bow ties untied.

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yyaldrin

in je ogen waait de wind
There was a video of me dancing at a UK funky party in Bristol which was a road to Damascus document that forced me to lose weight.

Hawaian shirt, visible gut, screaming like a howler monkey because the DJs playing crazy cousins

A horrible sight

A wonderful sound


where can we see this video?
 

sadmanbarty

Well-known member
my mum's very much a kate bush dancer. my dad has the physicality of nosferatu so i can't picture him dancing. he used to when he drunk, but he's been sober for 12 years or something.
 
Thanks for the tunes barty!

In my head I’m a brilliant dancer. My limbs won’t move with the speed and elegance that my brain wants them to though, and like Corpsey I’ve seen the tragic video evidence and haven’t recovered since.
 
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