Dancing is good for whatever’s ailing you – especially when the ailment is boredom, broken heart, anger, sadness, frustration, malaise . . . I can step out of my blues almost anytime I shake it up with the B-52s. Have a listen – and if you’re feeling too serious – shimmy those hips, jump up and down, […]
The story of my week, beginning from last Friday, as told through B-52’s songs.
Had a bad sleep, which just messed shit up, pretty much for the entire weekend. Wanted to dance, wanted to disappear, wanted to talk, wanted to run away.