Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts

Friday, March 21, 2008

Dig it, the dancing bean

My wife, for reasons unbeknownst to me, thinks I dance like this:



Pfft. She crazy. Everyone knows I dance more like this:



And when I'm feeling particularly frisky, you might catch me busting out a little bit of this:



Oh yes, ahem, and while we're on the subject of dancing prowess, it appears that local St. Louis novelty mop-topped concert goer Beatle Bob has not only been spotlighted by the Associated Press, but that his arrhythmic devotion to the Rock and/or Roll has earned him a feature in Blender, the magazine for men who like breasts and baseless music reviews.



A to Z and Highway 61 Revised have more info on the perplexing presence of this local club fixture. Dude's even getting a documentary. A teaser is now available:



A lot of locals can't stand him, though. An enigma wrapped in a conundrum wrapped in controversy, that one is.