A Blog Re-Direct/ I Can’t Beat It

If you’re “jonesin” for an “On The Road” fix, tonight, let me re-direct you over to Comedy Soapbox and my latest entry at my blog there.

Feel free to browse around.

UPDATE: July 29th, 2018–I have decided to publish that entry in its entirety here at On The Road With Dave.  Too many old online articles are being deleted or not archived by The Wayback Machine. So, here is my struggle with the beat.

I Can’t “Beat” It

So, last night I’m sitting in front of the TV, (yes literally sitting in front of it, I’ve been doing it since I was a kid) and an episode of CSI:NY is coming on…the first scene is over and the Who’s “Baba O’Riley”(Teenage Wasteland) begins to play and of course I begin to play “air organ” and rocking my head. It’s a tradition.

Then my wife says, “You know, you have absolutely no rhythm; do you EVEN hear the bass line to the song?”

Ummmm, no…not really.

“She says, I’ve seen you dance, you got moves, how in the world do you dance and you can’t follow the beat?”

I suddenly felt like Steve Martin in the movie, “The Jerk”, realizing that I too, was truly white.

bad-dancingI suppose that it’s a handicap of sorts. If you have a physical disabilty, you learn to adapt, and make your other senses stronger. It appears that I keep the “beat” of a song by following the melody.

That’s why back in high school, I could only dance to a song if I knew the words.

And to make matters more confusing, I’m a pretty good singer.

I listen to the songs and I count the seconds (unconsciously, I guess) between the words and lyrics in order to sing “on time” with the music.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not deaf to the beat of the drums or bass guitar in music, it’s just that I seemingly don’t rely on them.

And you know another thing about all this…you know how when a good song comes on in the car and you pound on the dashboard or steering wheel to the beat? Well, what I do is kinds like when I’m manipulating my ventriloquist dummy, my hand pounds the dash to the syllables of the lyrics.

Luckily, sometimes the bass line coincides with the words, but NOT always.

Anyway, I guess I’m going to go put in another CD and practice my new rhythm exercises….1…2…3…4…1…2..3…4

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