Alas, my weekend of four plus hour dance shows has come to a close, and I am back in the office dreaming of the next time I can get a faceful of jiggling, tropical, metaphorical dong. Is that video better or worse with an H&R Block pop-up in front of it? Better, right? Either way, read about Friday night with the Swedish House Mafia here or, if you’d prefer here. I can’t believe that I forgot to mention the part where Axwell told us to turn off our brains and turn on our hearts, or that neither of us found a way to mention the kids (there were quite a few of them) trying to sing the “One” riff fútbol fan style but doing a “Seven Nation Army” instead.
That was Friday from 8 to midnight. Saturday from 8:15 to 12:30 was this year’s Forever Freestyle at Lehman College, which went so long that the guy sitting next to Maura literally fell asleep at one point. The guy in front of me, meanwhile, never stopped dancing, even as his date rested across both of their chairs. Of the seven or so acts that we saw, those most worth dancing to were (in rough descending order) TKA, Judy Torres, George Lamond, Giggles, and the intermission DJ with the “Lovin da Crew” laptop sticker. The Cover Girls were good too, the fact that they had no original members giving their name an unintended twist. I forget the name of the comedian they brought out, but the Bronx humor—“Some of y’all parked all the way over by Tracy Towers!”—was sort of irresistible.