Your descriptions of discoordination are classic. As is my bad grammar. I was like you, especially at that age, and then something happened when I got my congas at age 17. The rhythm that was only in my hands was now in my body. I had to move, and I had two female friends who loved to dance and would make me dance with them. One of them was a seriously good hip-hop dancer, and she made me go with her to a hip-hop club once. I remember a couple of guys there teasing me for my dance moves, but then they ended up copying me and instead of being embarrassed, I felt proud that my silly moves were fitting in with the far more experienced dancers in the crowd.

I love every single song you feature in this piece. They all make me happy and want to shake my thang!

Thanks for sharing this story with us.