Dancing To Prog, Is It Possible?

This Owl is of the mind it is quite possible in many realms!

Most prog can lend itself to some very interesting interpretive dance with out any problem.

There are a few Happy The Man tunes that a couple could waltz to, at least one Mr. Bungle could give way to manic swing dancing as examples in the partner/ballroom realm.

So what y'all think?

Lol, you know that's interesting. I never find myself dancing progressive music, maybe singing or moving my head along to flow of it. Prog involves too much emotion and dramaticness, it's hard to sometimes. I prefer to sit back and be amazed.

But the question is; Is or can Prog become dance music for the clubs?

Just for fun, try to dance to Gentle Giant's Knots  and please take a picture or make a video

No, it's not possible I think...fortunately because I really HATE dancing

arqwave wrote: you can dance whatever moves your heart and of course your feet, this is a matter of character and behavior, that's all, if you like to dance: dance, if not, remain seated... and listen peace

 So true... I can dance to any kind of music. I just have to be in the mood for it. I suppose it looks very silly, but when you're in a pub with friends and alcohol, you don't care. Dancing, headbanging, or just tapping with your feet. It's FUN! 

danbo wrote: Vibrationbaby wrote: Can anybody imagine Bob Fripp getting down on the dance floor? LOL Yeah, with Jim Garten and a Pavarotti look-alike dominatrix writhing about the bile covered floor, playing grab-arse with a couple of blood frenzied attack-badgers as a Canadian English professor attempts to keep time with his palsied hands, but only manages to enrage a Celine Dion look-alike Caribou that vomits it's wallby darned on the accompanying underage Netherlander who snuck in pretending to be a hirsute English sheepdog. Meanwhile, a Australian Dingo farmer plies the local Billy-boys with watered down Fosters beer.   Glphrlrug. Something has gone terribly amiss.... What thread is this? Yes, ma'am I'll have another.

HA, say I, and again, HA! Good one, Danbo, especially Jim and the Pavarotti S&M gal!

(Cruel baldie! I actually have no hands -- I lost both in a tragic caribou-hunting accident involving explosives, a busty, one-legged transsexual lingerie model, and insane quantities of over-proof rum. That's why I type so slowly -- maybe I should take my shoeeeeessssdfdfe shoesdedfrfg sdsfdjrigde shokejknxxs (damn!) shoes off.)

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Jim! Jim! Urgent! Request aid! Danbo's at it again! I'm calling for an airstrike from you!

(Oh, where are you when we need you? Asleep early, I suppose.....)

Come in, Rangoon! Calling Agent Garten! Click! Fissst! Hissss! Scraaawk! "Hillo, chaps! Pip pip, and all that jolly good stuff. I say there, I am reminded of the story of Churchill, and the time the Lady Parlimentarian said to him, in righteous indignation: "Sir Winston, you are drunk!" and Churchill replied, in his own inimitable fashion: "And you are ugly! But I shall be sober in the morning!"

Got any fags? Go for a pint? A few bevvies? Wha' say we get a few down ar necks at the Farmer and Goat?"

(Wonder if he'll see this....)