Christmas day music, boiler room classics rhythm into the night The sound so cathartic Healing me there Loud and uplifting and bright
And we whooped and we danced On the latter in spirit at least for me prone at this time But the unified pleasure we all got from the vibe was tangible as it was fine
Christmas day music, what better thing to conclude a magical day Shared with best people finding zest in it all In a joie de vivre exuberant way
I danced on a quay at Emsworth
playing a really big drum
The crowds from the town all following us
and everyone having fun
I danced with Pride in Brighton
‘neath a rainbow coloured flag
The crowds of people partying
in the sun made me feel glad
I danced on the Portsmouth waterfront
as five tall ships furled sail
The rhythm of the music thrummed
and helped tell a happy tale
I danced then and I’m dancing now
because the music never dies
It’s always in my heart and mind
for that’s where my rhythm lies
A long shaft of sunlight
peirced the gloom
and lit up an otherwise
darkly clad room
It spoke of a promise
born on a smile
with a voice full of hope
I’d not heard in a while
So I stood up and danced
round the room for a bit
Laughing and whooping
and quite full of it
For this rarest of moment
a gift to be seized
is precious and wholesome
in times such as these
This year, my soulmate Sal and I turned 60 and, in July we’ll see our 40th wedding anniversary. As good an excuse for a party if ever there was one! (Photo – Jempics)
Sometimes when no one is watching
I will dance around my name
with a loud drum always banging
which never sound the same
Yes, it’s always rhythmic
but the pattern’s one of change
Its signature and syntax
quite often rearranged
Synonymous with freedom
My name just like my drum
is one that’s good to dance to
for me and everyone
So as life brings me the rhythm
likewise I sam set free
and the dancing it continues
unequivocally
Photo – Jempics (the drum in the rear of the picture – the one with a pink boa – is mine with me playing it. A bottom surdo as a part of a mass ‘Encontro’ in Brighton back in 2001).
The wooden floors vibrated
from the sound of many drums
Rhythm everywhere around
enjoyed by everyone
And I danced to special timbre
pulsated by the beat
from heart and soul and head and hands
right down to my feet
The feet upon the wooden floor
Are moving to the beat
as conversation struggles
for those who’ve found a seat
The man up on the microphone
is getting really loud
But the music’s really throbbing
and is pleasing to the crowd
There’s a lot of different footwear
but one purpose to the fore
To tap and move and dance and spin
on this old wooden floor
And at the Duke of Wellington
with friends in Shoreham here
A lovely time was had by all
with music and a beer
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