Comments on: “harmless headbangers”, The Meat, and all of my love http://www.hiromigoto.com/archives/327 Tue, 31 Aug 2010 04:50:12 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Hiromi http://www.hiromigoto.com/archives/327/comment-page-1#comment-90 Hiromi Mon, 08 Feb 2010 15:42:13 +0000 http://www.hiromigoto.com/?p=327#comment-90 HaHaHaHaHaaaa! KISS boots! You lucky duck! The last dance moment was excruciating; more often than not I was a wall-leaner, and when the last song concluded and the lights came on in the school gym, how limp and sad the streamers, the plastic pom pom flowers. HaHaHaHaHaaaa! KISS boots! You lucky duck! The last dance moment was excruciating; more often than not I was a wall-leaner, and when the last song concluded and the lights came on in the school gym, how limp and sad the streamers, the plastic pom pom flowers.

]]> By: Edward http://www.hiromigoto.com/archives/327/comment-page-1#comment-89 Edward Mon, 08 Feb 2010 05:03:05 +0000 http://www.hiromigoto.com/?p=327#comment-89 Oh, great, thanks, now I'm having flashbacks to grade seven. Just what I wanted (NOT!). I remember <i>Stairway to Heaven</i>, played without fail as the acme moment at every school dance, when all of the boys who had any shred of coolness at all managed to find someone with whom to dance, it being a slow, close dance in which at a minimum a neck would come into contact with another neck. Typically, I would be standing up against the wall during this, trying to look nonchalant. The only time my feet got any action at dances in grade seven was when they played Queen, and my friend John and I would stomp our giant KISS boots on the gym floor during <i>We Will Rock You</i> 33 years have passed since those days of harmless footbanging, and I like to think that I'm at least a little cooler than I was then, though I'm still as wholly inept at anything that involves dancing. I do still listen to <i>Bat Out of Hell</i> periodically. Classic, dude! Oh, great, thanks, now I’m having flashbacks to grade seven. Just what I wanted (NOT!).

I remember Stairway to Heaven, played without fail as the acme moment at every school dance, when all of the boys who had any shred of coolness at all managed to find someone with whom to dance, it being a slow, close dance in which at a minimum a neck would come into contact with another neck. Typically, I would be standing up against the wall during this, trying to look nonchalant. The only time my feet got any action at dances in grade seven was when they played Queen, and my friend John and I would stomp our giant KISS boots on the gym floor during We Will Rock You

33 years have passed since those days of harmless footbanging, and I like to think that I’m at least a little cooler than I was then, though I’m still as wholly inept at anything that involves dancing. I do still listen to Bat Out of Hell periodically. Classic, dude!

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