Monthly Archives: February 2005

I have manic-depression.

(left open because hey, it’s the Web, and there’s others out there with this problem)

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Maybe the best form of meditation is just to go shake one’s ass on a packed dancefloor. I found my moment of Zen a couple hours ago, doing just that down at Bar Sinister. I was totally lost in the music – it was Nine Inch Nails’ Closer – and forgot everything around me, from my slightly sore feet (I’m wearing heeled boots) to some work related stress to having fallen off my diet wagon this weekend. I just danced, eyes half closed, sensing more than really controlling my arms and legs, hips and abdomen, into the beat. There are few small things I enjoy more than losing myself dancing to a song I really love.

Actually, I just really love to dance. I’ve had fun dancing at ultra-trendy Hollywood clubs to Justin Timberlake remixes. Two weekends ago, I danced for hours at Traffic, to DJs spinning random electro-breaks. If there is a dancefloor, I will hit it. Especially at someplace where everyone is just totally into the music, where people are there to be into it, to dance and lose themselves and not try to look cool doing it, where the same energy is flowing across the floor.

The friends who went with me – K and Z – also had a great time. They hadn’t been to Bar Sinister before. In fact, they hadn’t really been goth clubbing all that much. They still came up with fabulous outfits and makeup. And they were still delighted to throw themselves into dancing, rave-style, on the floor. They might not know all the words to the Assemblage 23 songs that were being spun, but they still had a great time dancing to them. They were SO MUCH FUN to go with, and it was so great to have friends that could get that quickly into a scene that was something I was more used to than they were.

I’d picked this weekend because Solarcade were playing. I should add, Solarcade are actually REALLY good. They have catchy, danceable songs that are sort of darker rock, somewhere between Duran Duran and Econoline Crush. I know who they are because their lead singer hit on me one night at Miss Kitty’s, and told me to e-mail him through the website. I wasn’t that interested in the guy, but I checked out the band, instantly discovered I liked them, and was delighted to get a chance to see them live.

So that was it – my moment of peace for the day, as I gyrated at the edge of a dance floor, in a too-short skirt, fishnets, and zippered shirt. That, and this morning’s spinning class, when I felt my legs take off in time to a Tiesto track. But mostly the dancing. Now, it’s time to untangle myself from this outfit and get some sleep.

Just ’cause a cat has kits in an oven, DOESN’T MAKE ‘EM BISKITS!”