Picture This

I remember doing a dance routine to this song at Haggett's Dance School in Marblehead, Mass when I was about 13...in turqoise parachute pants, a black leotard, a faded blue sweatshirt, and white canvas jazz shoes. You don't have to listen to the entire George Benson live version of "On Broadway" to get the idea. I also remember that Fosse's jazz hands were in the house that day. Big old Fosse hands. And you know something? I wasn't half bad. It's a wonder I managed to concentrate on the art of the dance with the ribbons from my ribbon barrettes getting in my eyes. It's kind of like when smoke gets in your eyes minus the romance and plus the lame.

Oh, jazz. Why didn't I stick with you?




For a real howl, check this out, compliments of Teri who found it on Jen's Casual Slack. It is a great way to start the morning. Thanks, guys!