I love this.  And it might be attributed to my numerous teenage shroom trips, aimlessly wandering around Bumbershoot until I stumbled into a drum circle, only to leave hours later “on the level” with an affinity for hippie crip walking towards peace.  Or it could be the good old Garfield“Purple and White Day” dance with Top Spin (I only made one) that strikes a nostalgic cord….

Nah, probably the shrooms. 

But anyone that can take their cool off and be secure enough in their own skin to dance, gets my respect.  In the words of Goodie Mob “They don’t dance no more.”  We as a culture are so worried about what others think, we’d rather stand against a wall, twitter and make fun of those actually pushing their comfort zone.  Because I’ve spent the better part of the last 5 years being that person,  I’ve been making an effort as of late to gig everywhere I go with a dance floor.  Sometimes I’m in the zone, at times I’m in my head.  But at the very least it challenges the ego, and at best, you have the time of your life.  Even when the masses aren’t dancing.  Sometimes you just gotta be that dude.  And at Sasquatch, this guy was him.  Much respect good sir.  It only takes one…

*props to Rudy over at 206proof for getting me hip