Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin. - Jump Around by the House of Pain (1989)
How does one social distance in the time of slam dancing?......dances like the thunder storm, the crash cart and the rubber legs. 2 metres or 6 feet as we groove in the gentleman’s mosh pit. We curtsy to the ladies and turn our basements into these booming rock quarry of single movement. What fun!...not really…when will this madness end and Summer begin….
Note, with little sleep and a keyboard...wonderful things can happen..
Thanks for reading,