"Now we met. We kissed. Keep breakin' up." - Prefuse 73, Now You're Leaving (featuring Camu)
You could have won my heart tonight.
All you needed to do is show up at Vermont and dance with me. No need to talk. No need to ask me about my day. Just show up, walk through the back door, give Kurtis a good handshake and tell him your drink order, grab my hand and take me to the dance floor.
DJ Peyote Cody opened his set with a selection from Timeless and then moved through Gang Starr, Madvillain (the Koushik Remixes), De La Soul and Sly and the Family Stone. He killed me by dropping Fakin' the Funk by Main Source - the standout track from one of my favorite movies of all time, "White Men Can't Jump".
Outside of the fact that it is just a well-done comedy featuring some of my favorite actors (Rosie Perez, Wesley Snipes, Woody Harrelson, Kadeem Hardison), it is an excellent and honest portrayal of race relations in Los Angeles. At least on those basketball courts. I've balled on those courts. My game is about passes and long distance shots and defense. I man up. I get back on fast breaks. I surprise you with my hops. At least I hope I still do as I near 31. But I'm also observant. I watch the trash talkin' black dudes try to intimidate the old white guys who show up and just quietly hit jumpers and smirk. They can't D up for shit but they've got that range, boy. They been watchin' Larry Bird and those old Celtics videos forever. They believe they are Kevin McHale.
But back to Vermont. It is the only bar in the city I think of as My Bar. Kurtis knows what I'm going to order, he asks me about my new job. He makes my drinks as strong as he can tell I need them. Kevin, the bar back is always promoting his music interests, and the manager/hostess is always working magic for her customers. Lately, we've been going on Friday nights when the constipated robot spins but tonight is Peyote Cody. I've had a long night, long day, long week, long month, long year. Before he spins, Cody and I talk about the first time I ever ventured into Vermont.
But that was a long time ago. Tonight, I've spent 90 minutes driving around the city trying to find a part of Figeuroa that I just can't seem to find, frustrated to no end by the 110, a freeway I intentionally avoid because I never understand it and so I'm here at Vermont watching lots of dates and surprise parties and the Dj spins my favorite music in the world.
And I'm alone. Perhaps feeling as alone as I've felt in a long time (which is saying something because i'm working on a wicked depression right now and being wilfully by myself because I hate showing people when I hurt, when I'm vulnerable, when things aren't just peachy keen but, you know, everybody knows that as my nohari window shows...i'm distant).
All I want is one dance, one long dance. Sweat and freedom and hips and rhythm. No irony. No wry smiles. No bullshit comedy routines. Just gimme the dance. Let me let go. Let me hold you here at your hips. Let me rock when you rock, roll when you roll. You can bounce when I bounce. Shake when I shake.
But, alas, nothing.
I'm here in my glasses posting on the internet listening to my iTunes and thinking about turning on the Tivo and watching Justice League Unlimited.
You could've won my heart tonight.