Over the past few months I have truly
discovered the magic of the dance floor. It has become my refuge and dare I
say a reason to live. For some time now there has been this monthly night in
here in Toronto called Vaseline (or maybe I should say Vazeleen for those nice
folks at Unilever). For the most part what I go through at Vaseline is kind
of indescribable, but here is an attempt. Vaseline is dubbed a queer rock night
where the DJ's spin glam, punk, metal and disco; anything from Judas Priest
to Gary Glitter. At Vaseline the people are the party as much as the entertainment.
In the past months there have been an amateur strip show, mud wrestling, a Vaginal
Davis performance, film screenings, mandatory costume for Halloween and so much
more. The fabulous thing about Vaseline is that people really get into it dressing up in all kinds of wonderful ways and just generally letting loose. Vaseline is sexy and dirty and there is always plenty of skin.
This wonderful event is the brainchild of local artist Will Munro. In a lot of ways Vaseline is this really ideal place. People are pretty free to do what they want and the party goes on until the wee hours. I'm not sure exactly how he has pulled it off, but Will manages to attract all kinds of different people to Vaseline. Metal heads, dykes, bears, drag queens, punks, trannies, fags, straights, and just about anyone else you can think of. In some ways it's like heaven having everyone swap sweat and generally get their groove on. Each month I think about the next Vaseline, anticipating another wonderful night.
Although I never directly experienced the dance floors of the 70's and 80's this is what I long for. People getting all dressed up to go dancing in outrageous costumes and rather than just dancing putting on a performance of sorts. It seems like in some ways the dance clubs of today are more conservative in terms of dress and even how people dance. There are an awful lot of folks who appear to take dancing very seriously with these stern looks on their faces, almost as though they are there out of obligation rather than any genuine sense of fun. Maybe this is part of the reason life is not like an 80's rock video. Or maybe I should be trying harder to ensure that it is, with lots of smiles and silly clothes.
I used to think that whole thing about wave your hands in the air like you don't care" was a bunch of garbage and now I feel it in my blood. It's funny how people evolve like this. I didn't think I'd see the day when dance music speaks to me more than hardcore. Maybe it's the apparent lack of fun and silliness of hardcore, maybe it's the lack of booty shaking, maybe it's me feeling ostracized. I think it's more the latter than anything given how uptight people become when I am critical of the "scene."
"I want to go where the people dance. I want some action... I want to live! I love the nightlife, I got to boogie on the disco 'round." -Alicia Bridges
P.S. I think Lisa and Leslie are
both wrong, it's all about Joey.
P.P.S. Hugs and kisses to Chris Colohan.