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I DON'T LIKE THIS BLOG ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO  MUSE APPROVED ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** 30 Day Blogging Challenge PROMPT for January 5, 2020 What music makes you want to dance? COME ON! LET'S DANCE. [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] One of my early childhood memories (between ages 3 and 4) is how I went out of my mind when the song from the singing nun, Dominque was played on the radio. The floor model radio would play, tuned to CJOB, in our living room every weekday morning, while my four older siblings readied themselves for their school day. This went on over a period of several days during a cold prairie winter, here's how I recall it. The song Dominique would be played each morning. I would be anxious for my siblings to leave for school before the song was played. It was important that I had the house to myself. It was also important that I have our red plastic bowl close at hand. I remember some mornings, almost pushing my siblings out the door. Then the song would play. GO AHEAD PLAY THE SONG [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] The instant the music starts I run as fast as possible to the radio and twist the volume control to FULL BLAST. I sometimes paused to hug the radio and push my ear firmly against the speaker. Maybe because I was too young to dance, I would run. I would run circles around the oval coffee table as fast I could, even faster. I usually had the red plastic bowl stashed under the coffee table. I would stop, only briefly, to put the red plastic bowl on my head, like the greatest hat ever! Then I'd go back to running. The song blared, out of control loud, and it was never loud enough for me. I could never run fast enough, the red plastic bowl could never be red enough. As I ran my circles I would take the red plastic bowl hat off and shake it frantically as I ran. My heart nearly pounded out of my chest. When the song ended, I would collapse on the living room floor exhausted, spent. My mom, who I always I assumed stayed in the kitchen and didn't secretly watch me while pissing herself laughing, would step over my limp body on her way to turn the radio volume down. The song still has some strange sort of hold on me, and no other song has affected me in quite the same way. My go-to songs to get people up on the dance floor I'm a Man' - Joe Jackson Hippy Hippy Shake - Beatles (or anybody else) Pump it Up - Elvis Costello And for a slow one, no red plastic bowl required  'True Love Ways' - Buddy HollyBust a move! |
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