Rev. Gary Davis’ I Belong to the Band
came on at Earwax while I was eating lunch and reading Other Voices
, and I caught myself dancing in my seat, and it felt weird, but I didn’t want to stop, and I remembered a woman I met a few weeks ago who said that sometimes she moves to music on the “L” and calls that dancing with God.
I bet God would be a fabulous dance partner. He’d know the tango and how to waltz without stepping on your toes and feel just as comfortable getting funky as he would being punky and would always put his hand on the small of your back when he’s leading you back to your seat.
Oh, wait. That’s a boyfriend. Nevermind.