You know the dance floor has it share of stories. While we often acquaint a dance floor with happiness, not always so.
Sometime ago I was in southern Louisiana sitting in one of the "libraries of culture" at a huge Cajun festival. This particular place had a large dance floor and there were a number of people dancing. It was a Saturday night. I didn't know a lot of people on the dance floor but I had become acquainted with a few from a previous time I had been there.
A Cajun fella, family I was sitting with knew a lot of folks on the floor. In fact I think every Cajun is related. You can't help but watch a dance especially a bunch of Cajun's dance and not think everyone must be happy.
But you know that's not always true. As I sat watching I saw a man dancing who had on his back (yes on his back) a small oxygen tank. He was battling that big "C" word. Another person dancing, she had been sitting at the same table with my Cajun friends, and I had learned she was recently a widow. Another person that I had met was dealing with serious diabetes.
A song can evoke a year, a year evokes a song. Ones memories can be brought to life by music. A melody, a lyric can call up a summer night (s), a certain face or a certain embrace.
You know people often come to the dance floor trying to get "happy." Just because everyone is dancing to the music, does not mean all is well in their lives. Maybe they are dancing to help themselves get "happy," or forget why they are unhappy.
October 15, 2014