Dirty White Boy

Maybe it’s the endorphins, but at the 3:25 mark of this song by the amazing Antony and the Johnsons, I was dancing in my kitchen and Kyle was looking at me with a facial expression somewhere between complete hilarity and the haunting notion that I may be having an epileptic seizure. I turned off my iPod and asked, “hey kid, can you dance?” “No! And I don’t want to like that!”

No, really. I’m quite good and employed several Motown techniques in this afternoon’s performance. I have serious soul for a white guy. Seriously. I’ll just have to videotape myself and post it to youtube. Yeah, that’s just what I’ll do.