Saved by The Twist

dance lessonsWhen I was a Freshman in high school, my Mother signed me up for dance lessons.  I really don’t remember how that came about.  It was true that at school dances, I was a Fast-Song-Wallflower, sitting with the other FSWs until the DJ played a slow song.  There were only two dance steps you needed to know to dance every song … Slow Dancing and the Bop.   Slow Dancing was just walking in circles with a girl in your arms … even I could do that.  The Bop mystified me.  Then again, I am to this day a deliberate learner of dance steps.  Muri could walk onto a floor and be dancing a new line dance in a few minutes while I was still mumbling, What was that fourth move? So, it’s possible I told my Mom that I needed to learn to dance and she signed me up. Possible. My Inner Adolescent tells me that she was afraid her brainy son was going to be a social misfit and decided to enroll me on her own. Surprise, surprise there was a girl from my homeroom in my dance class. Because I considered her one of the popular girls, I was embarrassed. It never occurred to me to ask myself, Why is she here if she’s so popular?

At any rate, there I was in ballroom dancing class with a dozen other socially challenged teenagers. Note: ballroom dancing, not high school gymnasium dancing. I learned the waltz and the foxtrot, which were just harder-to-follow versions of Slow Dancing. I learned the Rumba and the Samba and the Tango and the Cha-Cha. Latin American rhythms were not exactly a staple of the East Haven High School dances, but some couples on American Bandstand were beginning to dance the Cha-Cha to songs like Johnny Angel.  One point for Mom.  Then there was the Lindy, which our dance teacher assured us was the same as the Bop. Yup, and Glenn Miller was the same as the Danny and the Juniors. To this day, I don’t know how to Bop, not that it matters any more.

In 1960, Chubby Checker introduced a dance called The Twist to the world.  The Twist had no steps, unless you consider stepping forward and stepping back as dance steps.

Even a shy, dance-challenged teenager could do The Twist immediately. The Twist ushered in an era of dances without steps … the Monkey, the Dog, Jerk … and put an end to Fast-Song-Wallflower Syndrome in thousands of adolescent boys. Mom had done her best to rescue her socially awkward son but I was Saved by The Twist. I could dance. I could really move. And what I wanted to know was:

It would take until my Senior year of college for a pretty young woman to answer in the affirmative but it was worth the wait. And as a footnote, I got to use my dance lessons at my high school proms, where I was the Fred Astaire of the dance floor. Next to the picture of my Junior Prom date in my yearbook, she wrote in her graceful cursive, You dance divinely. Really. Not bad for a former Fast-Song-Wallflower.  Not bad at all.

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One Comment on “Saved by The Twist”

  1. I had a difficult enough time trying to coordinate a couple foot steps in the various dances of the 60s but adding hand movements too -all that left me really befuddled! I love lots of different types of music but to dance to them, I’m much more comfortable to sit it out, watch others move gracefully (or sometimes not too) across the floor and not embarrass myself by tromping on others” toes or tripping over my own two feet.

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