DB: Dance Floor
It’s good that there are a lot of holidays coming up because this time of year always starts to feel like the whole city is falling apart. I know I shouldn’t complain about seasonal depression seeing as I have chosen to live in the gray fog that our sky will become for the next 110 days, but the green is so green here …
Saturday we attended “The Round #4” at club S.O.T.A. and heard some really great singer songwriter/poet performances and ate some of the best soup in the galaxy. It was sophisticated and mellow and pretty. A few people were even tearing up at the sheer beauty outlined in the topics of the art. Then just to prove we bat for both teams we attended the Satellite Coffee one year anniversary party at the newly remodeled Supernova Hair and Tattoo shop. A band named Bob Wayne played the most satanic jug band music I’ve ever heard and I drank beer from a plastic cup and turned down all sorts of pharmacopeia. After that I found myself at a private dance party with all sorts of rejects just like me. I put on a leather jacket (no shirt) and some of Robby’s ridiculously tight black pants … no I mean dumb tight, like I can only get the zipper up 75% of the way tight. I may as well have painted my legs black, tight … a wig and some sunglasses and it took some good friends a few good looks to find me under there. Thank you YMCA, my abdomen is (currently) unrecognizable.
I danced my creep off. I danced the whole election trauma tension right into 2012. I danced the demons out from under the pulpit. I tore my underwear (somehow the pants, being made out of some sort of denim rubber, were fine). No one has ever danced like that for free before. I danced a little hole into my seasonal depression.
From there @ 5 in the morning, I stumbled upon a car door speaker-parking lot dance party that seemed to be collecting people and candy and noteworthy substances. I would have stayed longer but my ride wasn’t really a vampire and wanted to be sleeping. So I got dropped off at home where I continued to stay up, blaming daylight savings, to play a round of extreme four-square on the court painted on the newly emptied warehouse floor with my roommates. At 7 I passed out and slept like a baby most all of Sunday.
It seems like everyone is getting laid off or evicted or divorced or having some random family member die of cancer. Oh weird, your business partner just took your spot away from you? How strange…no one expected that to happen. I hate the oncoming winter. I especially hate December/January in the northwest and I’m already planning to spend a good chunk of it in California. Last year I all most climbed the fragging Murray Morgan and tried to pull a wonderful life on you thankless bastards. Then I realized that half of my depression was probably just plain old unsatisfied narcissism and when I do knock off I don’t want to share any credit with Murray Morgan (build my own dumb bridge to jump off).
It seems like bridges are only good for burning these days, or raising…if there is a protest on the port you need to block. Anyway, I’m writing all this to say that we need more costume dance parties in this town. Really and honestly the only decent dance floor in this city is at the Silverstone and with these new abs I may as well wash my hair with chum and take a swim in the shark tank at Point Defiance.
I vote for more dancing, and more glitter. I vote for whatever will change this feeling of impending doom. I vote for free make out coupons with the girls at the department store perfume counters. I vote for less drama among art friends and no more divorces until after popping Christmas. Maybe after you guys buy each other the perfect presents you will fall the f back in love and none of us will have to choose sides.
I vote for moving to Switzerland.
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14 comments
E Erik B. November 5, 2008
Last year I all most climbed the fragging Murray Morgan and tried to pull a wonderful life on you thankless bastards. Then I realized that half of my depression was probably just plain old unsatisfied narcissism
Sad.
Hang in there Daniel.
C Cromletch McHammer November 5, 2008
Turn the Elks into a swinging 40s Jazz club on the bottom and a grand ballroom on top!
We need more places to dance in Tacoma
A altered chords November 6, 2008
I’d love to see the Elks converted as suggested by Cromletch.
Pipe dream…but it would be great.
What did Sirius group say was the cost to rennovate that building?
A Alex Thomson November 6, 2008
I will do it for 40 million, and all your firstborn children.
T Thorax O'Tool November 6, 2008
HA!
I have no kids! Try and take them, Alex! Just you try!!!
But yeah, I think it was like $12 million or something way too large like that
L Lance Kagey November 7, 2008
Daniel, thank you for that piece. It moved me.
lance
D daniel blue November 7, 2008
You are most welcome Lance.
You are officially off the thankless bastard list and correctly on the thankful bastard list.
and thank you, my fellow posterator.
M Monica November 10, 2008
Yup I totally agree. The only thing that makes me feel free is the Eagle’s ballroom in Olympia where everyone is swinging. There’s the Abbey Ballroom up here, www.abbeyballroom.com but you can’t relax with formal dance. We need more clubs!
C Charlotte November 10, 2008
I think it’s important for people to have a dancing outlet. Even when i have small-ish gatherings, people end up dancing in the dining room, which has now been dubbed the dance floor.
I agree that dancing at the silverstone is really the only place to do it successfully. The tempest tries, for example this past weekend a major dj party roared through the small bar, but that’s just the thing, the people, the mood, the setting, the drinks, all of it lavish, except the dance space. If we had a larger tempest, it just might help… or something along those lines.
Thanks for saying something, maybe now that the blue has spoken it, it will happen…
T Thorax O'Tool November 11, 2008
Why do we wait for either the City or Company/Organization X to make something happen?
-> Bear with me for a sec, this is going somewhere.
We always go on about how we’d really like this or that, yet no outside entity does it.
Forget waiting, that’s been going on for too long. If We want something, let’s just go and do it.
We want a great place to dance, yet there aren’t really any in town.
Fine!
Let’s do it ourselves. Let’s get a bunch of us together on a clear night, bundle up (it is November, after all) and go down to Tolfeson Plaza. I’m sure we have Exit 133 members who can play the violin or guitar (I play the guitar very poorly, so don’t expect much if I’m in the band).
We all go down and dance the night away under the stars to our own live music. We paid in taxes for every square inch of that concrete; it’s Our right to use it.
We can go down there weekly, weather permitting (unless someone happens to have one of those big ass event tents). Maybe someone will get the message and build what the People want.
Who is with me? As long as it’s not a day when I’m working graveyard, I’ll gladly go.
Hell, even my gf would come along.
C Cromletch McHammer November 11, 2008
I like that idea!
I will gladly play my nose harp along with the band.
T Thorax O'Tool November 11, 2008
Izzit anything like a mouth harp?
A altered chords November 12, 2008
So we will have a violin, guitar and nose harp dance band performing in Tollefson Plaza in the late fall, early winter.
There is not enough hotel space in Tacoma for the hoardes dancers to “sleep it off”
S Sassy McButterpants November 12, 2008
How does one dance to nose harp?