I dance. I gyrate, sway and thrust. I do the white guy lip bite. It’s all part of the package. And it doesn’t matter where, if I hear music I dance. I’ve danced in bars. I’ve danced at weddings. I’ve even danced in a P.F. Chang’s. The only time I’ve been recognized for my dancing was at a lowly bar in Sydney, Australia called The Friend in Hand. I was awarded with one of the bar’s t-shirts that read, “I’d rather have a lobster on my piano than a crab on my organ.” So that should give you an accurate description of the bar.
Like so many decisions in my life I was influenced by television. The best example being my decision to stick with “butt cut,” which lasted about 4 years too long. Thanks Shawn Hunter. My decisions on the dance floor are no different. Aside from MTV’s The Grind I give five videos that are the inspiration of every dance move I try to execute.