D-A-N-C-E
D-A-N-C-E
I bought Audio some tap shoes today. They were half off at Goodwill. That is probably the set up or punchline to some kind of joke kids tell in elementary school about how poor “your momma” is.
Looking at the shoes, shiny plastic leather with metal plates screwed into the heel and toe I have to wonder why tap dancing is still a viable art form that is taught to people of all ages from all walks of life, and in fact offered as a major in some of our most prestigious institutions for higher learning.
The more I think about it, the less it looks like expression and more it looks like a monkey on a unicycle.