Some where in a box I have the CD from that first video. There’s some decent riffs on it but for the life of me, I can’t remember the band.
TerryDecember 19, 2020, 10:51 AM
Wow! That was a short & fun six minutes. Helps get the day brighter-
ghostsniperDecember 19, 2020, 6:51 PM
I couldn’t stuff any more than about 10 seconds each into my eyeballs.
It’s bad enough that people come up with that sort of retarded stuff, but to video it and put it out there is more than I can grasp. 2021 will be the year of straightenin’. A whole lot of us won’t be here this time next year, and deservedly so.
AnonymousDecember 21, 2020, 6:53 AM
As a 74 year old man who enjoys disco dancing with his 57 year old still slender and shapely housekeeper (yeah, yeah, I know), those videos gave me the creeps. To quote Archie Bell and the Drells: “Lemme put dis hamboigah down. I don’ wan’ no mouth, I wanna DANCE!” . For the fellow in the first video, that means gettin’ up out of the chair; for the solo in video two, dancing is done in a duo; where’s the woman? Are these exhibitionists taking over the world? Not mine, no sir. Dancing is a mating ritual, even when one is long past the productive phase. Let’s keep it that way.
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When here and now cease to matter.
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Some where in a box I have the CD from that first video. There’s some decent riffs on it but for the life of me, I can’t remember the band.
Wow! That was a short & fun six minutes. Helps get the day brighter-
I couldn’t stuff any more than about 10 seconds each into my eyeballs.
It’s bad enough that people come up with that sort of retarded stuff, but to video it and put it out there is more than I can grasp. 2021 will be the year of straightenin’. A whole lot of us won’t be here this time next year, and deservedly so.
As a 74 year old man who enjoys disco dancing with his 57 year old still slender and shapely housekeeper (yeah, yeah, I know), those videos gave me the creeps. To quote Archie Bell and the Drells: “Lemme put dis hamboigah down. I don’ wan’ no mouth, I wanna DANCE!” . For the fellow in the first video, that means gettin’ up out of the chair; for the solo in video two, dancing is done in a duo; where’s the woman? Are these exhibitionists taking over the world? Not mine, no sir. Dancing is a mating ritual, even when one is long past the productive phase. Let’s keep it that way.