I Watched the finals of Dancing With The Stars tonight and loved the outcome when JR took the trophy home. I must admit that I didn’t see every episode/competition and only got the last 5 or 6. I found all the dancers entertaining and excellent comparative to what I could ever have done, even in my younger years; however as a woman entering her seventh decade my thoughts returned to the days that I danced as well as dancing that has been and is sometimes still performed by various ethnic groups and can be traced back to dancing figures painted back as far as 3300 BC that was found in India and the Egyptian tombs.
Many of the dances of ethnic groups were (and some) are still performed ceremonially, for entertainment and seduction. My dancing was always a self expression of the joy of hearing the music played. Still do on occasion, alone and at home. I simply cannot sit or stand quietly to the beat of Motown, while I can sit and bathe in the pleasure of Doo-wop of the 50s’ and 60s’ and watch their wonderful correography.
I understand that some dancing is an art and is very enjoyable to watch, while my dancing is for my own pleasure and is definitely not an art form. Dancing with the Stars was wonderfully correographed and performed as an artistic performance; however, when I compare the extreme moves they brought to the competition, such as the leg wrapping around the partners, laying on the floor with the partner appearing ready to mount, butt shakes and bumps; I must say that anyone dancing just for pleasure on a public dance floor in the 50s’ and 60s’ would have been evicted for lewd and lacivious acts, not to mention the massive amount of skin exhibited.
Oh well, I did enjoy it but wonder if should be X-rated, and in the mean time I still enjoy Doowop!
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