The next day I’m sore. My muscles are achy and my feet swollen. Of course, it’s the kind of pain that you live with very easily, because it’s the consequence of having one of the most dance-tastic nights of your life last night at the Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings show at the Magic Stick.

Soul music is the music of the body as much as it’s the music of the soul. It brings out the usually sublimated human inner desire to fully realize our bodily facticity on a deep ontological level, and this is accomplished by shaking the hell out of what your momma gave ya (aka. your money-maker).

I couldn’t find anyone to go to the show with me since I had decided to go hours beforehand (and am I glad I did!). That didn’t stop me from dancing; in fact, I think I cut more rug than I ever had at a show before. I was right up front and thought for sure that Sharon would pick me to go up on stage to dance with her. She picked the dude next to me. Why Sharon? Why?

Any other loyal readers out there able to experience <a href=”this or this last Tuesday?