{"id":157,"date":"2005-02-02T10:22:55","date_gmt":"2005-02-02T17:22:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/blog\/?p=155"},"modified":"2005-02-02T10:22:55","modified_gmt":"2005-02-02T17:22:55","slug":"simply-mad-for-montreal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/2005\/02\/02\/simply-mad-for-montreal\/","title":{"rendered":"Simply mad for Montreal"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ignore the gibberish, this story’s tantalizing<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Last night, live band rockin’ the swing,
\nmostly older tunes: St James Infirmary,
\nBlue Skies, Take the ‘A’ Train; live with
\nthe Kevin Buster Quartet.<\/p>\n

On the slower tunes, I made like a blues bandit;
\nstole away into the arms of beautiful women and
\nsssssswwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeddddddddd.
\nLeg against leg, movement in the shoulders and hips,
\npushed close by gravity and rhythm;
\nnot grinding, but closing your eyes and trying
\nto translate the music into movement,
\ninto the connection you have with your partner,
\ninto electricity and light and heat and breath.<\/p>\n

Slow songs, as played by a band, last a good ten minutes,
\nif not more. After, you peel away with a sense of loss,
\nbut also a new connection with whoever you danced with.
\nIt’s not romantic, really; just intimate,
\nlike sharing a secret. Afterwards, we hugged a moment,
\nand smiled, and tried to remember how to breathe.<\/p>\n

Later, she told me I was officially the best lead
\nshe’s danced with since her grandfather. This from
\nsomeone who’s basically started to come dancing because
\nof her fond memories of dancing with her grandfather.
\nI was flabbergasted by the compliment, and my gast
\ndoesn’t often get flabbered. Quite the pick-me-up.<\/p>\n

I feel like I might, finally, be getting the hang
\nof this connection thing, and especially
\nthese slow, sultry stylings. It’s a matter of being
\ncomfortable in your own skin, of letting go of the
\nattachment involved in being intimate with someone,
\nof relaxing and connecting and listening.<\/p>\n

In short, it’s neat and it’s liberating.
\nI’ve no doubt I’ll still approach it with some
\njittering of nerves and anxiety, but trudge on
\nI will, into that brave new world.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ignore the gibberish, this story’s tantalizing. Last night, live band rockin’ the swing, mostly older tunes: St James Infirmary, Blue Skies, Take the ‘A’ Train; live with the Kevin Buster Quartet. On the slower tunes, I made like a blues bandit; stole away into the arms of beautiful women and sssssswwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeddddddddd. Leg against leg, movement […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,14],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/157"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=157"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/157\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=157"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=157"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=157"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}