Several times a month, Ron and I follow our favourite cover band, The Bandits, to various venues in Sydney. We love to hear their wonderful renditions of many of the greatest hits of the sixties, seventies and eighties; tunes made famous by both top Australian and overseas artists.
Sometimes, the band leader, Paul, encourages the audience to sing along; though many, both on the dance floor and in the background, need no encouragement, at least to mime.
Waiting for the music to begin….
The Bandits Band
Music can weave a special magic. What else can create such dramatic shifts in mood?
Whether you’re there to dance or just to listen, it’s easy to get transported to another time, another place: back to one’s younger days!
Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? Certainly, not me!
Advancing age is no embargo to new interests and discoveries. Take us, for example.
Being both on the wrong side of unspecified numbers has in no way dulled our appreciation and enjoyment of rock and roll dancing. Yes, you heard me: despite being steeped in classics, both Ron and I are now unashamedly devotees of this genre.
Those who are familiar with Ron will, of course, recognise him as the world-famous creator of the Grand Organ in the Sydney Opera House Concert Hall: and by extension, assume his soul is with yesterday’s musical masterpieces.
At this very moment, he is listening to new recordings of classics of another era: The Beatles. Tunes made famous by The Searchers, Herman’s Hermits, Roy Orbison, and Creedence Clearwater Revival now feature amongst his favourites: and mine!
Can’t teach an old dog new tricks? Gotta be joking!
There’s something about dancing! Where else than at such a venue would you perform that way; smile at strangers near and far; display exuberance in such an unashamed manner?
Can you imagine the stares that such behaviour would attract in any other situation? The degree of self-consciousness that one would normally feel if one was being watched by a crowd, showing your reactions to your feelings?
And of the music itself: a type of therapy, I believe, that at least for a while makes us focus on something outside our own little world, and can invoke all kinds of emotions.
Music and dancing, especially ad-lib dancing, must surely hold a very special place in society. Where would we be without it?
When are you at you best?
Some people thrive on hard work, and seem at their best under stress. Is this because they remember how proud they’ve been when, despite all odds, they’ve come through with flying colours?
Or, is it perhaps due to losing themselves in the task at hand brings out their greatest strengths?
Whatever the answer, that isn’t exactly me.
I love to be happy, and happiness brings out my best.
Many things make me happy: success, a compliment, a carefree day out, beauty, love. But nothing makes me happier than dancing, especially with my husband Ron.
I especially love to dance to the music of the 1960’s to 1980’s. You’ll never find me sitting out such rhythmical, elevating gems as ‘Love is in the Air’, ‘Viva Las Vegas’, ‘Pretty Woman’ and ‘La Bomba’. They make me feel young and alive!
Such is the power, the magic, of music!