Are you like me? Have you heard Gangnam Style so much that you're dreaming about it? Or having apocalyptic zombies-lead-by-Michael-Jackson nightmares about it?
And the world waits with baited breath over sleepless nights for the next new worldwide dance craze. Perhaps it will be the Sleepwalk Dance. The only slight problem is that there doesn't seem to be any official version of a Sleepwalk Dance. Dancers described as "pretending to sleepwalk" are described in Jerome Robbins: His Life, His Theatre, His Dance (Simon & Schuster; 2004.) But no specifics are described.
Everclear mentions it in their song Santa Monica ("I don't want to do your sleepwalk dance anymore") but doesn't describe how to actually sleepwalk dance. What teases those Everclear people are.
Also, there is every indication that actual sleepwalkers don't do a zombie impersonation when they sleepwalk. They act so normal that they can even seduce people for sleep sex or crash cars and argue to the cops about the ticket while sleep driving.
Before war breaks out over the Sleepwalk Dance controversy, might I suggest the dance of the name-no-one-can-remember in the Charlie Brown Christmas Special. You know the one jamming to Schroeder's killer jazz toy piano -- the one in black pants and a green shirt with his arms stuck out in front of him and stepping in place like a wind up toy stuck on a carpet tassel.
At least we don't have to worry about the Macarena anymore. And if you're too young to know what I'm talking about, you REALLY don't want to know.
Sleep tight, folks.
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