I’m not much of a dancer. I like to sing. Sometimes I’ll bob my head. I might even furiously drum on whatever surface happens to be nearby. But I don’t dance.
Instead I like to let the music I’m listening to do most of the dancing for me.
Here’s a dancey tune for you to take in on this fine day. Listen to the smooth voice of Le Cassette on your radio or whatever audio-injection method you prefer and time-travel to the future — a future where 1987 never ended.
(Song recommendation by Kevin Woodall)