Twas spending some long hours goofing off researching important historical facts, a research session that ended with a birl down memory lane. (Birl: Old Scots for ‘revolve’)
Some say dancing is a prelude to sex. Some say dancing is how babies are made. Some say a dance will reveal sexual compatibility.
I say, if you’re gonna dance, dance with a Log Driver!
For he goes birling down a-down the white water That’s where the log driver learns to step lightly It’s birling down, a-down white water A log driver’s waltz pleases girls completelyPleases girls completely? Wow! That’s one wild guarantee!
A long, long time ago, back in 1979 when I was a child and the wheel and indoor plumbing were keen new inventions, vignettes by the National Film Board of Canada lit up the screen. I was a teen, the song was old-fashioned, yet The Log Driver’s Waltz was the highlight of any TV-watching eve.
Do you relate dancing with romance? How does your ideal hero sweep you off your feet?
I think that song is going to be stuck in my head all day. Thanks, Sherry. I may have to counter it with 99 Red Balloons.
I totally relate dancing with romance. And seduction. I grew up watching Dirty Dancing so how can I not relate the two?
Dirty Dancing. Ooo, yes! Now I’ll have ‘Time of My Life’ in my head all day! Note, if I leaped off a stage, DH would probably watch me land in a heap then ask, ‘Whad’ya go and do that for?’
The dance between Renee Russo and Pierce Brosnan in The Thomas Crown Affair is smokin’ hot, too.
Lovely post, Sherry. I second Tami; that song is going to stick in my head all day. Ah, but that’s a good thing.
Glad to hear it, Deborah!
Dirty Dancing was the first thing that came to my mind too. But my gave romantic dance was with Johnny Depp and Juliet Benoiuche I’m Chocolat.
Elizabeth, there is something about the tango between Arnold and Jaime Lee in True Lies that makes me want to don red lipstick, fishnet stockings, and my best French accent. Touche!
Can’t remember those vignettes… Happy Thanksgiving weekend!
You, too, Carole. Much to be thankful for. Gobble, gobble.
Nice to know we pick’em by how they dance, not by their profession! Marry the log driver and leave the doctors and lawyers to the boring gals! My DD went to the school dance (on her own, mind you) and danced with some of the boys she knew, came home and said, “Mom, they can’t dance.” Both her father and I laughed.
Excellent requisite!
Even Huey P ACKard loved the video, Sherry! Woot! Music, you tease? Dancing, you say? I had to give it a shot, and to-heck with the usual no sound and freeze-frame reboot. It worked.
Like Tami, I’m going to have that song playing in my noggin all day. I love it.
Yes, I relate dance with romance. Even the two-step. There’s something about getting in tune with the rhythm of your dance partners movements that…
…leaves me with no way to finish that thought without going all steamy on your PG13 blog.
Save the steam for chat, Gloria. They don’t make a blogger content warning for snorting blue Kool-Aid, or Starbucks Green Tea, out your nose.
Oh my. Have you been called a nut lately? Really? That’s amazing. I’m with Tami. I’d rather not have that song stuck in my head. Actually, it’s near my bedtime and now I may dream about log waltzing.
We must agree to disagree, Brinda. I’ve had this song in my head since I drafted this post over a week ago, and couldn’t be happier. My family may be on your side, however.
And he goes birling down, a-down white water…
Talk about light on their feet! Wow!
Makes you wonder how many times those fellas get dunked in freezing cold water before they get the moves down, doesn’t it, Megan?
Absolutely, to me, there’s nothing more fun than dancing. I’ve taken a few dance classes, swing, a couple years ago, sans hub because the ballroom classes did not work out.
Sharon, Swing looks like so much fun, but very athletic! The older I get, the more appealing the Fox Trot.