Who is you?

 It's been hashed and rehashed - no, not that kinda hash ya dayum doped up hippies... it's been hashed and rehashed, I'm a simpleton.

A Grammarly simpleton.  The song below.  It kinda makes me feel yummy.  To me, 'you' ain't singular. I know I know when Leo Sayer put the pencil to the paper, drew them 'note things', which, to me, are like Chinese - he was specifically talking about a love interest, thus, one would think "Who ARE you?" would suffice.

Huh uh.  It don't. So, simpleton tip toed to join/download Grammarly, went through a hunnerd and twelve steps, ninety-three pop ups, a User ID, password, "no, i don't want the enhanced version, I'm a damn tightwad" JUST TELL ME IF "Who is you?"  is grammatically correct!

Apparently, tain't.  Should be.

Ah-ah

Ah, ah-ah
Ah (would you sing), ah-ah

You've got a cute way of talkin'
You got the better of me
Just snap your fingers and I'm walkin'
Like a dog hangin' on your lead, yeah yeah

Sure, he thinks his lover is cute.. she snaps her fingers and he's "I will follow you.. follow you wherever you may go." Victor, Ricky Nelson ain't been in since Elvis was skinny, and that's one too many damn songs. OK, thanks, but...  who is you?

I'm in a spin, you know
Shakin' on a string, you know

You make me feel like dancin'
I wanna dance the night away
You make me feel like dancin'
Every night and everyday
You make feel like dancin'

Me, three buddies.  Victor, Grammarly might suggest "Three buddies and I."

Me, three buddies - out and about last night. Ultimate destination was Knuckleheads Saloon (THE place to see/hear, really good music) to see a feller (and his band) named Robert Cray. He got the blues, in a damn good way, is a year younger than me, looks 20 years younger (damn him)... quite the entertainer.

First, everyone gets picked up.  We go to a joint.  It's a fairly popular joint North of KC known for their bigass pork tenderloins, (the size of Rhode Island).  I'm not funny (well, maybe funny looking).. I'm not funny, but you mebbe giggled because Rhode Island is so small... Ed McMahon asks "How small is it?"  The pork tenderloins there, like Rhode Island, are 48 miles North to South, 37 East to West and one will feed the entire 53 man Kansas City Chiefs roster PLUS the practice squad, and Andy Reid, twice.

Dancing.  You. ON WITH IT VICTOR.

I feel like dancin', dancin'
Dance the night away
I feel like dancin', dancin'

Grabbed a beer. Didn't have the fritter (no time left for you, on my (our) way to better things.)  But, noticed a band.  A happy band.  Why does everyone in a band look happy?  Ain't it akin to pullin' crap offa conveyor belt... mebbe saying "Hi, may I take your order?".. cubicle folks don't smile all the time.. Punchin' a dayum time clock..   "Have to's", most jobs anyways.  Music folks look happy.

Quarter to four in the mornin'
I ain't feeling tired, no, no, no, no, no, whoo!
Just hold me tight and leave on the light, yeah
'Cause I don't want to go home, no way, no

Actually, it was quarter til 8 (pm), Robert Cray started at 8, we bootscooted. Thanks band, enjoyed.  You make me feel like dancing.

You put a spell on me
I'm right where you want me to be

Holy quacamole. Knuckleheads Saloon.  THE very best people watchin' joint ever.  Better'n a video of gussied up "WalMart people" on a Sunday.  Old, young.  Oops, old, old, old.  That one, she can still move.  Over there, a dude, got onea them "whyinthehell did you put a circular earring (the size of Rhode island) in your ear?"  Victor, please don't be judgmental.  Sorry. Kinda.

You make me feel like dancin'
I wanna dance the night away
You make me feel like dancin'
Every night and every day
You make feel like dancin'

Robert played.  Seats were hard to come by.  Heap big TV screens for those of us arriving too dadgum late to get a good seat, helped.  Around the second song, folks got up.  They felt like dancin'. <-- there's a red line under that, but I ain't taking the time to peek at Grammarly, I think everyone and their other brother Darrell knows what 'dancin' is.  How it makes one feel.  Scratch that. How MUSIC, makes one feel like dancin'. 

I feel like dancin', dancin'
Dance the night away, yeah
Dancin', dancin', yeah
Dance the night away
I feel like dancin', dancin'
Dance the night away, yeah
Dancin', dancin'

The joint was a hoppin'.  Filled to the gills.  Choo choo trains interrupting, bout as annoying as 11pm fireworks when you're trying to sleep on a July 3rd. Knuckleheads sits right next to the train (tracks of my tears.) Venue is outdoors, weather, simply perfect.

Robert kept playin'.  More jumped up.  Well, most my age, they would get up, groaning like a pirate (arrrrrrrrrrr).. move (slowly) toward the open dance floor.  I think the whippersnappers call it a mosh pit or something like that.  I much prefer, Medicare Pit, it's as easy as A, B and, usually a supplemental.

Anyways, they felt like dancin.

You take me higher
I want to catch a fire

You make me feel like dancin'
I wanna dance my life away
You make me feel like dancin'
Every night and every day
You make feel like dancin'
I wanna dance my life away (you make me feel)
You make feel like dancin'
I wanna dance my life away

I was gonna do a blog with this song, but ask, or mebbe suggest, "Things that make YOU feel like dancing?"  For the short term, will stick with Pork Fritters, good friends, Miller Lites (and Coors and a Bud Light, if ya ain't still protestin' them) and music.

You make feel like dancin'
I wanna dance my life away (every night and every day)
You make feel like dancin'
I wanna dance my life away
You make feel like dancin'
I wanna dance my life away
You make feel like dancin'
I wanna dance my life away

Music done, encore happened, time for trip home, bed... much awaited, hell, twas past ten pm.  I'm old.

Nope, not my buddies.  We stayed at Knuckleheads, talked Glory Days, ie, Glory days, yeah they'll pass you by, Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye, Glory days, glory days. Rock it, now  We didn't have rockers, but shoulda, hell by now it was 11pm. Only time I ever see 11pm now is when it's 11 Pee M, tween the bed and the squatter.

Fast forwarding, left joint.  "Anyone feel like going home or going by one more place?"  My brain said "Country road, take me home, to the place I belong" but of course offered "I don't care."

S'more music.  You make me feel like dancin'.  By now, this was our third band.  First band, buncha happy dudes, One mighta had a van for all the junk, the rest prolly pulled up in their low riders, All my friends know the low rider (yeah), The low rider is a little higher (yeah). They wasn't in it for dough, they just enjoy the camaraderie (getting a short break away from wifey) VICTOR YOU MISOGYNIST!  AM NOT! 

Band number two, Robert Cray and crew.  They didn't do low riders. Prolly a limo to Loews, a ritzy hotel, not to be confused with Lowes, whereya buy your top soil. (Gardening makes some feel like dancing.  Nomme.  I want easy chair, Miller Lite after gardening).

Band number three. FUN.  Very.  I really no likey when a coach says "He puts 110% effort in it".. patooey, that's Yogi Berra math.. This band, however, put 110% in it to make us, the geezers and the remaining whippersnappers, happy. The lead singer gal, did aerobics (danced) for what seemed like a hunnerd songs.  Like an alcoholic, but, a music -holic, "Just one more", they played like 7 of em when it was time to go. They's somewhar' inbetween the Low Riders and the Loews stayers in status.. they mebbe travel a bit, stay in Best Westerns, Motel 6's, in hopes of one day moving that up to Hampton Inns - one step at a time, think about Loews later.

I, love, love, love watching folks, when whatever it is sets in, up from their table, walk, gyrate to the front, dance. Some good, some not so good, some really good, all, happy.

Home (Thank goodness Victor, this was boring) at 12:45am, which, by my calculations, the last time I surpassed midnight was New Year's Eve, 1998.

Who is you?  I am Victurd.  Music makes me feel like dancin', but, I suck at it, so, I sit, watch (quite happily, contently), tap ma' foot.

PS.  If you ever question "Should I or should I not get up on the dance floor?" by all means, do.  We had hella fun making fun of people who were horrible dancers like us.

Love, Victurd