A good beat and you can dance to it
Yesterday, I remembered going dancing. Today, I salute the passing of the man that taught America to dance. Dick Clark is gone.
Not that Dick actually danced. Instead, his program, direct from Philadelphia, allowed shy teenagers to practice the latest dance craze, privately, in front of the family TV. The only laughter came from mocking siblings (who either had graduated or would). We needed it. And Clearasil made their fortune, as one of the only advertisers I recall.
“It’s got a good beat and you can dance to it“. The phrase that made or broke a 45.
I wonder if today’s kids, with their Much Music countdown and their iTunes rosters realize that it started here. Live talent (lipsync was around, long before Britney) would appear and confirm our personal dream of someday being a rock star. And when the 45 no longer spun, Dick was still around. Less and less: New Year’s Eve, essentially. But a career that spans almost six decades for a DJ – phenomenal.
I’m making progress in my pool file. After reading what is involved in installing a liner yourself, I really think we’re due to increase our available lawn space. Hey, in this part of the world, 400 sq. ft. means something. I’ve taken a set of pictures showing the structural state of things, and if a potential new owner comes along, I’ll cheer AND wave goodbye. Too much effort, otherwise.
The dog had a crazy day today. I found 1) a small table turned upside down, 2) another small table, turned upside down with the accompanying lamp standing in a corner 3) the wireless router and sister switch, swept from view. Something about prompt window watching…
