Back in LA. Back to the blogs. Seems like an appropriate moment to post a Christopher Walken dance video.

We finally made it to an Edward Sharpe show last night.

Everyone in the theater - musicians and audience - sat down for the last song. Then the lights came up, the band jumped off stage to give hugs and high fives, the sound people turned on the Aretha Franklin, and we danced again. It was a beautiful wind down.

Home is track 6 on Up From Below (which seems to be the name of the album only sometimes).

Saw Hoots and Hellmouth last night. After two songs in a tiny, table-filled venue, they successfully requested that people start dancing. I was impressed.

By the request and by the fact that they sang a song about a gypsy.

Two Hearts, a Snake, and a Concubine is track 5 on Hoots and Hellmouth.

Two years ago, I went to a Club Lyfestile show. I woke up the next morning and sent twenty of my closest friends and family members an email. I wrote about traveling circuses and waxed mustaches. And I used the words potentially life changing.

 A few minutes ago, I heard from the big sister of one of the Club Lyfestile frontmen.

The show's on the road.

So. I'll say it again.

Look at the tour dates below. Pick a time and place that works. Go. And dance.

And, while you're dancing, keep in mind that with that email I sent two years ago, I sent a video. Not of Club Lyfestile. But of a scene quite similar to this one...

I thought at the time that there was deep connection between Club Lyfestile and the All Blacks. Don't remember why. Let me know if you feel it. Once you've seen the show, of course.

One of my many cousins got married last weekend.

There was dancing at the rehearsal din.

There was dancing at the reception.

And, the next night, when we set up amps and a drumkit and had our headliner-to-be lay down a practice set in advance of this year's music festival (Aug 15; get ready), there was dancing.

This morning, in an email, Nate, an uncle, responded to congratulations for representing his generation so well:

Dancing is a reflection of your inner self and where you would love to be at that moment. As for me, I employ a style known as Family Collage, which is simply a style combination of all my nieces and nephews on the dance floor at that moment.

Jon just asked me to put together a dance mix featuring Bruce Springsteen and The Grateful Dead.

Half the people at the party are going to be screaming for R Kelly the whole time.

Maybe I start with Al Green and see where he takes me?

I saw Martin Sexton live for the first time tonight.

When he finished singing this song, it didn't stop playing in my head, so I didn't stop dancing.

The Beast In Me is track 1 on disc 1 of a recording from Burlington, VT in 2005. I couldn't find the album on the internets or at the concert. Apparently Lauren, who burned me the CD, has some very sweet hookups.

I'm pretty sure only one person in the history of the world has inspired hundreds of prisoners on the other side of the planet to put on an intricately choreographed dance performance. For themselves. And only accidentally for the rest of the world.

Hammertime is a reality series that focuses on the Hammer family as they live their not-so-simple lives in Tracy, California. Having a family and re-launching the Hammer empire is not an easy task, but with wisdom, faith and a relentless tenacity to strive through any adversity, this family is stronger than ever.

Re-launching the Hammer empire.

Certainly not an empire not know for its longevity.  Nor for its creative breadth.

But an empire that ascended, like a meteor (if you look at it from the right angle), on the back of one of the most bad ass one trick ponies ever to gallop the twisted cliffs of showbiz. And, encouragingly for the Hammers, that pony still has spring in his step...

Move over T Mobile. Move over Antwerp. It's Hammertime

Heard this in a bowling alley tonight. Knew it from a mix. Thanked the mix-maker. And then started wondering about singulars and plurals.

Are we human, or are we dancer?

Human, without the S on the end, is state of existence, not a group of people. Apparently the word dancer works the same way now too.

Hadn't worked that out until tonight.

Human is track 2 on Day & Age.