I’ve been ansy in my car for the past few weeks so I’ve been alternating CDs between the Raconteurs, Lily Allen, the Gorillaz, and the White Stripes. Yesterday though I finally came home to the E Minor EP in F and it felt cozier than any pair of slippers, more nourishing than even the best chicken noodle soup.
It seemed especially appropriate as I sang along to “Galaxy” this morning because I was having very deep thoughts about a quickstepping Apolo Ohno. If you saw Dancing With the Stars last night then you witnessed how well that boy can move his feet, and not just around a big oval. And yes, I did start to feel a little guilty for falling into the reality tv trap, but I love dancing and I would feel worse if I was some sicko who was really entertained by five straight hours of blood, torture and heinous crimes on Crime Scene & Order.
Back to the galaxy o’fancy footwork. You may have read a post I wrote a while back where I theorized that Jason Mraz is great in bed because he has soul and rhythm – two key ingredients to any romantic encounter. Well I think Apolo may easily fall into that list as well. I can’t wait to see him swing.
The stars began to shake and dance,