So You Think You Can Car-dance?

I’ve started passionately car-dancing. A lot! And I love it. I’ve spent far too long in the car this week and to keep me sane I’ve had the radio up loud and I’ve got my groove on. In particular with my left arm! I find it’s the most expressive limb while driving. Look at the emotion I am evoking here…

Now my favourite track by a country mile is David Guetta and Snoop Dog’s Sweat. It’s brilliant cause not only can you do some fabulous arm-work with the left and maintain a steering wheel beat with the right but you can also get the hips grinding into the back of the seat. It’s a song that gives you everything for a great car dance. I’ve made the call early in 2011, it’s the St. Murphy Song Of The Year!

While on great songs, my other two favourite songs to car-dance to are Ke$ha’s Blow and Stan Walker’s Loud. Both brilliant. With Blow you can do some very dramatic slo-mo ‘raise the roof, raise the roof’ sorta actions. And I can get a bit gangsta on this one. Stan is becoming the man with Loud and I loves it.

The thing with car-dancing is that you can always get caught which does have the potential for embarrassment. Luckily for me this week I don’t think I did so I am still dancing like no one is watching. Which is strange really cause I’m sure that some other motorist would have had to of seen my flamboyant head–rolls and shoulder-shrugging.

My signature dance move is the reverse perpendicular leg lift with pointed toe. See I used to think I was a really good dancer and that if I’d had of had any sort training when I was younger than I could have been with Sydney Dance Company. That is until I found myself on the first audition tour for So You Think You Can Dance! Even the shockers were better than me. No way could I do that with my little short legs and the judges kept talking about something called ‘core strength’ – this was not something I had or understood. At this point I stopped considering dance as one of my ‘could’ve if I wanted to’s’.

Could've been me! 

Now my dancing is limited to car, home and hotel rooms with full-length mirrors. The audiences in these venues have a real appreciation of my immense skill. Of course on the occasions I may get a little tipsy my moves might come out in public but that is a rarity these days.

It doesn't seem that long ago (...mmm, at least 6 years!) that I used go dancing for days at a time, dancing so much I’d still be dancing at the trough on a pee-break. Dancing with glow sticks, dancing with my shirt off, I’ve even danced in a cage. There is certainly no denying I used to be drawn to a podium like a magnet. I am secretly pleased that those days are behind me and that no more will anyone see me in a shoe-string singlet. 

Yes, it’s definitely best that I keep my dancing to within the four doors of my little Peugeot. No one loses an eye that way.