Thursday, January 12, 2012

The view (not) from the dancefloor.


Under halogen floods, strobes and a staccato bass they jump as one, wave as one, sing as one.
An undulating sea of bodies, average age 20. Full of life, full of promise, full of energy.

We watch from the sides, in our seats. We wish we were young again as we tap our feet......



Happy New Year to you all. Here's to a fantastic 2012. Oh yeah - participate, CLICK HERE, brag. The usual, really....

9 comments:

moondustwriter said...

Ha - I think the "oldsters" have a bit of jump left.

Happy New Year Mattthew

Brian Miller said...

oh i would be in the pit for sure...smiles. happy 2012

Margaret said...

as you tap your feet! ha. Hope it's tapping to the beat and not old age creeping up on you! :)

G-Man said...

Happy New Year Brother!!
Hope you're back regular now.
Festive 55...
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

Mama Zen said...

Amen to that!

yellowhousecafe said...

Ha! Nah, call me old school at (gasp) 39 this month, but I'd be in the pit like back in the day. We just pay for it for the next WEEK. Many blessings for 2012 ~

Claudia said...

smiles..sometimes we may should leave the side seats and jump right into the center of the fun...no matter what age..smiles

hope said...

Never liked crowds...sideline viewing can be just as fun and enjoyable. (Not to mention safer for us under tall souls)

Helena said...

Actually, since both my son's are in bands, I have been known to elbow a few youngsters in the mush to get to the front! Come away with plenty bruises but from a distance they resemble tattoos.