My friend Mark wrote me that he read a book that took place sometime in the 80s and in one dance scene - the gay crowd brought him back to the great stoned club scenes and discos and the unified organism of the music and the people. It brought him to tears.
And I know exactly what he felt. You don’t often feel that you’re experiencing a benchmark lifetime moment/memory the moment when it happens - but once in a while, maybe every decade say - you do feel it fully - a jolt of eyes wide open. a night at 12 West - a fab, giant dance carnival and the air was thick with heat and deep musky man smell and throbbing bass and I was with friends drinking beer and smoking and I felt that rare ping zing of recognition - something to do with a sense that it will never be better than this very instant and we won’t always be young and sexy in a club feeling and showing our moves and getting off with each other and the encircling brotherhood. And I recall a favorite song beginning and me grabbing a friend I best danced with and we both flew out to the flashing floor and soared and sweated and had an honest to goodness time of our life - and even better - I knew what it was and have it forever.
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