It’s true. I love dancing! I admit! Although I don’t listen to hip hop, I’ll be the first to say post-rock isn’t very fun to dance to.
You know what’s really fun? Seeing me dance. I am mildly retarded when it comes to dance.
Am I just being modest? When the dance teacher pretends to go adjust the radio to cloud his laughter, you have to face the truth. I am more than one step behind.
I remember trying out my first hip-hop dance class in San Francisco. Michiko (my housemate then) who’s in a professional dance group, told me I would enjoy it. I did, because it got so bad, so absurd, it became funny. I hid in my cupboard for 5 days, um, laughing.
The sections of my brain needed (to observe dance moves, rememeber them, and imitate them) have refused to speak to each other since.
So why am I looking for more torture?
You see, I am convinced that I can re-program, and re-map my brain in any way I want to. Scott Adams (of Dilbert fame) did it. So can I.
I’m pretty sure I can wrap my brain (and this time, my body) around this challenge, and become such a naturally good dancer, you would think I have been dancing before I could walk. And it would not because I walked really badly.
I’ll be in Uptown 730pm next Monday to prove it, so if you want to come laugh at me, or even join the class, it’s only RM60 for 4 X 90 minute long lessons. That’s RM5 an hour to look damn good in clubs.
The classes are held in PJ, Uptown at Akar Karya, taught by an old friend named Derrick. He trained hard in Melbourne with a dance group, and is really patient, and gives personal attention.
I will tell you his story another day. For now, contact me, and come try the class! While I find myself a baggier pair of pants…