Let's talk for a minute about dancing.
Little kids do it and it is adorable. Middle schoolers look
delightfully awkward. But as we falter into adulthood, our dance
style often becomes a bellweather of our self-worth. Those that
dance, that let out all the stops with their twirls and prancing, may
incur judgment but they number of fucks they give is exactly zero.
Zero. The people that hold back and are openly embarrassed—they get
the wrath of mockery as well, but it can jeopardize their level fun.
Why do we care? Dancing is an individual activity, there are no rules
and yet society makes us feel we are doing it “right” or “wrong”.
The opening acts for Matt Pond
illustrated the more awkward end of this equation. Tyler Fortier and
Jake Bellows both did solo acoustic sets and would be hard to tell
apart. Both seemed slightly nervous, sang about the lost loves and
nature, and chattered awkwardly with the audience. It was nothing new
in the world of music, nor was it done to the best of their
abilities. They seemed too aware of every word and note and one
misstep could lead them to paralyzing self-consciousness.
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