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August 19, 2003

Flea Dance Party

Devoted Flea-readers everywhere have noticed my love of dance. The subject deserves some attention. I am compelled to pronounce the word "dance" the same way as Cartman when he does his German dance (it is listed alphabetically here).

I will do the German dance for you
It's fun and gay and tra-la-la.
I hope you will enjoy my dance
Fiddle-e-aye, fiddle-e-aye ay!

My other German inspiration is, of course, Dieter's dance party.

The Flea's devotion to dance (and a dancer or two) did not prevent me from being utterly lost when I arrived in London in the mid-90s. Varieties of Trance, Jungle and Garage (rhymed with "carriage") music were indistinguishable to my ear. Worse, each style went with specific kinds of dance with which I was unfamiliar. "What are you doing?" is not a question one likes to be asked when dancing at Heaven (at least, not if the question is about how badly one is dancing). Relief at long last takes the form of Ishkur's Guide to Electronic Music. So that's why they called it Handbag...

Clubhouse: aka Europop, or Eurodisco, or just plain Euro. Very catchy. Also called Handbag due to its appeal among girls who would dance in flocks around piles of their handbags on the dance floor. Enjoyed Next Big Thing status for awhile in the mid-90s.

Posted by Ghost of a flea at August 19, 2003 10:17 AM

Comments

I think I stood at the gates of Heaven in '86 wondering if I would embarrass myself if I bumped into anyone famous. Went to a pub instead.

Posted by: Alan at August 19, 2003 11:16 AM

That would annoy the snot out of me, someone demanding to know why I'm not dancing like everyone else. "What are you doing?"

Indeed.

D

Posted by: David Strain at August 19, 2003 02:30 PM