Normally I don’t condone dancing of any sort by men. We are graceless beings and the contortions we put ourselves through during the tribal ritual of dance is somewhat unseemly and rather, well, horrifying.
However, when blasting a song by Si*Se at full tilt (such as “Cuando”, a song that no doubt makes my neighbors think I’m having an affair with a primal Hispanic woman), one is allowed to dance like David Byrne.
David Byrne’s style of dance is okay because it is minimalist. More like vibrations than anything.
Dance! Dance like there is no tomorrow! Dance like you don’t care! Dance like you have a small mammal in your pants! Dance like David Byrne.
