When I picture Dissensus and dancing, I picture something like One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest: Leo's pirouetting and doing the splits on his rollerskates, Corpsey's in a vest and reaching for the lasers, luka's breaking, spinning on his head, flipping all over the place, Tea's in the corner doing the robot, Craner's ballroom dancing with himself and the whole thing's accompanied by a Barty drum solo.
luke dances like a windrush-generation jamaican bloke with cataracts and a white beard. aching, arthritic joints only allowing him a few sparing moments to pull a few brittle, silhouetted shapes while huskily cackling before returning to the plastic white seat in between the sound system speaker and barbecue grill.
i once took a train to a town where they supposedly invented tequila. they gave away unlimited free tequila during the train ride and during the tour they gave at the tequila factory. slimy, gooey plant stuff put in ovens. a mariachi band sang for us. as a surprise they organized a dancing contest and because i was a bit drunk i had my friends persuade me. before starting we had to introduce ourself over the microphone and the guy asked me where i was from. i said holland and then a crowd of 150/200 mexicans sang that i was a son of a whore because holland had beat mexico the day before with a disputable penalty. anyway, even under these harsh conditions i managed to end up with the last 5 or so people dancing.
i'd like to think i dance like timberlake in the video to 'rock your body', but worry it's more like a bloated, balding, overly perspiring turkish uncle under strip lighting in the echoey school PE hall rented for the evening.