Knicke

Having not one jot of latin or afro-carribean blood flowing through my veins I am a member of that unique breed that knows only one real stage dance...

That slight nervous jiggle that makes your body move around somewhat like shaking a small sack of potatoes with limited enthusiasm.

However, things sometimes do happen. I remember a gig back in the mid-nineties - a farewell show for our then lead guitarist off over the pond to visit the US to work. Everybody got into what we were doing - we dropped into a high crunch version of "Honky Tonk Woman".

The crowd got into this bigtime and began to sing along - small hall - 3-400 people. We got into it too - three part harmony - plenty of noise. Then - sh*t! I was singing - dancing - playing all in time and stone-cold sober - so it wasn't just the beer talking.

The crowd eventually got so loud that the sound limiter in the hall switched our PA out as we were playing it out - we just carried on regardless accapella - so did the crowd.

Don't know what the point is really except that sometimes it just all comes together - and that moment - it's burned into you for good.

So keep trying to dance while you play.

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