Nigel is a perv. Botox and comments on undressing young female dancers is just…enough. But then again, Nigel is a hell of a lot better than the high pitched squealing of Mary…
I’m telling you though. If I am willing to stay up until 1 am to catch a show that I missed due to volleyball, that’s saying something. I am just one of those people who thinks that as much as I love words, and language, and I do what I can to express emotions, feelings, hopes, dreams, anger, sadness and other emotions, the best way I have ALWAYS felt to truly express the inexpressible is through music and dance.
Funny, but my Mom could care less about music. To her it is background noise. And although she still has favourites, she has no level of passion for music. Not so, however, when it comes to Daddy. From the time I was a baby, he not only exposed me to all sorts of great music, but did so with a fervour that bordered on fanaticism. And so I believe came my passion for music. The dancing is more just my thing. I am good at it, and love it. Wish I had a dancer’s body, but I am no more a dancer than a gymnast, my friends.
ANYWAY. I digress. I get chills, cry, laugh and find myself subconsciously moving my body to the movements of the SYTYCD dancers. What a showcase for incredible choreography too….I LOVE THIS SHOW.
And that is all I have to say.