Greenhouse, Hold the Movement
I was a bit off this weekend, or actually this week. It happens. When it does, you end up in places outside your normal rhythm.
A text came through about a party at LeZer0 on Paris Island. I was there moments later. The space had greenhouse vibes. Glass walls, green light filtering through like we were all photosynthesizing. DJ Invad3r was playing familiar tracks, the kind that make you forget what was on your mind to begin with.
The crowd moved like plants. Which is to say: barely.
Here's the thing. I like clubs. I like parties. A big reason for that is I like to dance. When the beat is right and the energy is there and the place is buzzing, how could you not? But more often than not I find myself stretching my limbs in rooms full of people who just stand there. At most they sway their hips while holding their hands up to shoulder height. Preserving posture. Protecting image. I get it.
When I take my camera out it's easier to find the right angle when no one's moving like they're on high-speed acid.
But these rooms need those vibes. They need the moves. We need that collective grind. I danced anyway. Took some photos between songs. Found a few people who weren't rooted to the floor. The DJ caught my eye at one point and nodded. Small victories.
Next time you see me doing my thing, come join me.
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