Meanwhile, up here in the technologically 'advanced' lands, we shuffle jukebox cover tunes of 'hits', 3 minutes a pop, pipe through FM headset mics, Bose stacks and a $12K rack of audio enhancers, and half the tables have wallflowers.
"Ok kids, here's the deal, we'll play, and you dance. Got it?"actually, some years ago I passed by a basement club in T.O. where an acoustic acid-jazz trio was doing just that, and y'know, the dancers packed shoulder to shoulder through the hall were all having a real good time. Come to think of it, that kinda describes the old-time fiddle-jam barndance we went to some aeons ago too ...