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Monday, March 05, 2007

Samba!

Just that: Samba!

I have so much more to say about that (laughing)! But I don't have the words right now. But...if you don't know Samba, you should. It is definitley one of the doorways to the "real world". A real Zen sound.

Storm and I joined a good friend to throw it down for a few hours the other night.

Samba will take you where you need to be. I promise.

UPDATE: I'll update this as words flow into my noggin'...

Johnny's instructions for Samba.

1. Grace the arm of the most yummy, delicious, wonderful woman (Storm) or women (and our good, good friend) you love.

2. Start at the bar, order a decent double tequila, no cheating with limes and salt, order a chaser for hydration though. Personally, I prefer a caffienated soda, sugar free (too much sugar already from the tequila). I don't know that a doctor would recomend that though (laughing).

3. Wait. Flirt. Watch the crowd...don't go out on the dance floor too fast. Wait. Flirt. Make contact with others outside of your circle. Wait. Flirt. Watch.

4. As the music starts...Wait.

5. Let it build. Start to touch each other. Sway, move, shuffle, tap. Wait.

6. You'll know when...you'll feel it...and...

7. Move...NOW! Spin, shuffle, clap, shout, DANCE!

8. Samba!

9. Mix liberally with Tequila (or your beverage of choice), and others in the Samba. You have now left the night and entered the REAL WORLD. Let yourself go, you can only stay in the REAL WORLD for a while before you have to go back to the night. But...if done correctly...you will always remember where the REAL WORLD was...you will always be able to taste it...to hear its echo in your heart...samba.

1 Comments:

Blogger Paul said...

Johnny, in my generation it was Jive and Rock n Roll, and our tipple of choice was Malt Scotch.
Mel was so light in my arms, it was like dancing with a feather.
I still sometimes dream of those evenings, they were pure unadulterated bliss.
When Mel and I danced together it was a timeless moment.
I think I know where you're coming from and why you laugh.
Thanks for these memories.
Warm hugs,
Paul.

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