Do You Wanna Dance?

My folks bought a new home
in a town called Transcona
I started high school there
and began dating Lana

Even though I couldn’t dance, I spent my first summer in Transcona going to every dance I could find. Once at the dance though, I would just stand in front of the speakers and could feel myself going through some sort of metamorphosis. My parents never realized that the guy who left home one night to attend his first dance never returned.
When I started high school at TCI that fall, it was already too late and any educational aspirations my folks may have held for me were over. Although I must admit that even though I was only at the dance to hear the music, I did also notice all the “pretty things” who dancing with each other too. Back in those days, other than trying to sneak in a slow grinder in now and then, none of the guys knew how to dance so the girls had no choice but to dance with each other.
My friend Rolly Blaquiere and I soon figured out that if we ever hoped to capture the hearts of some sweet things, we needed to learn how to dance. However, learning to dance required that we do it hidden in my basement because when you’re from Transcona, there’s no way we could be seen dancing with each other. We spent many a night down there stumbling around to Elvis and Fats Domino records before finally becoming dancin’ fools.
Our learning to dance worked like magic and soon all the young ladies were asking us to dance so we took our act on the road. I don’t know what we were thinking but we were lucky the locals didn’t beat the sh*t beat out of us when the girls all over Winnipeg, lined up to dance with us.
Rolly and I spent the whole summer just dancing our asses off with no idea that in a few years the folks would be dancing their asses off to our music when we formed The Jury.
Even though I was really into music and dancing, I still loved baseball and remember the day when even that began to change. Our coach gathered us around him at baseball practice one day and then pointed his bat out to centerfield where some pretty girls were hanging out. In no uncertain terms, he said, “You stay away from the likes of them because they’ll ruin your baseball career.” Even though we had no idea what the hell he was talking about, sure enough, about halfway through the season, most of us were out in the field chatting them up instead of taking batting practice. Our coach wasn’t a brilliant man, but he was right about one thing, I never played baseball again.
Being fifteen was a terrible age, you’re too old to ride a bike and too young to drive so you had to walk everywhere. One late afternoon near the end of the school year, I popped into the Oxford Grill to load up on some fries for my long walk home. While standing there waiting for my chips, once again my destiny showed up. However this time it was in the form of a girl who I spotted in the adjoining banquet hall celebrating her graduation from middle school with her classmates.
After finding out that her name was Lana, I decided right then and there that I would stay another year in the ninth grade so that I could help guide her through her year in High School. Hey, it was the least I could do for the girl who would become my wife and eventually present me with the precious little thing who would cause me to dream yet another dream. Well, that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

Geo’s Life-Liners.

Philosophical
Thinking you know something is what keeps you from learning something.

You can’t start your life over but you can change the ending. 

Hearing good advice requires more smarts than giving advice does.

A good friend is somebody who laughs at your bad jokes and sympathizes with you even when your problems are nothing.

The only thing that’s limitless is our imagination.

Political And Politically Incorrect.

If we could get politicians to stop humping the legs of Big Business, America could be great again.

I love women which may make me sexist because not all women are not worthy of love.
 
Reality
Not having sex isn’t a big deal. However, being told by someone that they’re never going to have sex with you, is.
 
When adversity strikes a lot of your friends turn into acquaintances. 
 
Using the American standard of what constitutes being poor, at least 80% of the world is poor.
 
A man is much better at business than he is at relationships. He plans business.
 
It is much easier to figure out what true love is than find it. 
 
In Britain, if the press reports a news story about you that’s not true, they have to print a retraction plus pay damages. That would be so cool if it worked that way in the US too because it would probably do away with most of the fake news.
 
Not all Cops are bad, not all Muslims are terrorists, not all Blacks are thugs or Hispanics all gang members, but some are. 
 
I hear white people using racist accusations more often than black people do. 
 
“Bad Girls” don’t have time to keep a diary. 
 
Being gifted doesn’t come with guarantees. 
 
Only half as many people in New Orleans watched the Superbowl this year. 
 
Questions?
I wonder why they charge so much for those rooms you never use at Casino Hotels?
 
Has anyone checked the bank accounts of the refs from the no-call game in New Orleans? 
 
Are you getting the feeling that the NFL is dirty? 
 
Who wrote more meaningful words, the Dylans, Thomas & Bob or the Williams, Hank & Tennessee? 
 
Who determines what risk is worth?
 
Has any town gotten better? 
Why are footballs called pigskins if they are made from cowhides? 
Are there any nice stories about the people who run the record and publishing business?
 
What did Jesus ever say that we disagree with now?
 
Sometimes I wonder if the protests about the war in Viet Nam were more about the draft than the war? Maybe that’s why there are no protests today even though we are still warring. 

Why do people who never listen to advice insist on giving it?

Radio.
The holiday rating books are out, and once again it proves that Christmas music is the most popular music on earth. 

Why do radio executives now make much more money than the successful ones that came before them?

Tony Romo may not make it to the Football HOF, but he’ll be in the Broadcasting Hall Of Fame for sure.

Geo’s Media Blog is an inside look at Radio, Music, Movies, and Life. For a sneak peek at some upcoming Blogs, go to GeorgeJohns.com. On Twitter @GeoOfTheRadio. Sharing and commenting is appreciated.
 

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