Creativity Lives Here

riki.tiki.tavi is filling in for me again. thanks riki

I hear James Cagney (1940’s and 50’s movie tough guy – think Bogart with a Bronx accent) in my head – “So, you think you can dance? See, wisenheimer, who do YOU think you are?!”

I admit nothin’. No way would I watch that show if it was the last show on TV. So what if I was flipping channels, it landed there and I had to look – like a deer stuck in headlights. This happened every Wednesday night. Jeez, I HAD to look. Something about grace, beauty of movement, enough flexibility to make your daddy cry.

No way would I watch those sappy personal stories, or revel in the way the dancers raised their game every week, becoming more than they ever thought they could be. And no way would I watch the new season, starting in September on FOX.

I have better things to do on Wednesday nights. Like listen to Cagney say, “What’s your angle sister? What bank do you want me to stick up, who do you want killed, and what do you want done first?” 4 REAL.

riki.tiki.tavi