When I was just finally getting a little dry behind the ears playing drums and involved in the first band I was a part of I worked with two young women who were night flies and had drinking problems, and we'd follow the Angela Strehli band and the Lou Ann Barton band from club to club, and I spent half the night dancing with one or the other of them. After a while I was asked by other gals to dance now and then which was a huge thing for me.
I took the opportunity to dance close to the stage and watch the drummers. I really learned so much on that dance-floor especially from the amazing drummer George Rains. I really thank the opportunity to have those friends to dance with, I would hardly have become the mediocre dancer I am without them. With me it's mainly footwork, I sort of think of the dance beat as a high-hat/bass drum thing and my feet respond accordingly. The rest of me just sort of goes along for the ride.
That spell was broken after about eighteen months. Traci lost her job when she was busted drinking at work, and went on to become a topless dancer for a year and one night according to witnesses just ran out onto the freeway in front of the club into oncoming traffic. When Traci lost her job, Christi started trying to be more responsible, and had actually been out of a drying out clinic for two months when Traci died. That was a very sad time. I still include Traci at times in my infrequent prayers. She was a beautiful kind woman who deserved much better.
Been a while since I've been out dancing in a club, probably five years ago was the last time Helen and I cut a rug. I do dance in the house sometimes with my lovely Anadina.