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September 12, 2011 | by  | in Arts Music |
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Gig Etiquette

Music and dancing are a happy couple in most situations. You hear a toe-tapping ditty and decide to tap those toes, right? Well here’s a pickle for you: should we draw a line between a boogie and moves which verge on assault? At the EP release for The Sisters of Saint Rupertsberg, I was nearly knocked senseless by a bastardised version of the Charleston performed by two lassies in the midst of a crowd in San Fran. There just wasn’t enough space for that kind of carry-on, I swear, and a flailing limb caught me square in the left ovary. I didn’t exact retribution because, though I’m sure you find this difficult to believe, I’ve made a tit of myself by inappropriately pulling out my cha-cha routine in the past. I understand the allure of attempting something more advanced than simply shuffling to the beat and, every so often, making a hand gesture which you hope will pass for ironic. For the sake of the unwitting potential victims around me, however, perhaps it’s time to invest in a less energetic appreciation of music. *

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