I have never been a particularly graceful person. In all actuality, I am a big of a galumphing fool. I fall over quite a bit. I can’t dance, except for the most ridiculous choreographed routines. I am quite good at learning choreography. The only time I come even close to being remotely graceful is when I have a pair of ice skates.
Even on ice, I wasn’t the most artistic of skaters. I was more of a powerful skater. Not to say I didn’t have artistry. I certainly was one of the skaters who can “feel the music” and exert some sort of emotion in their movements. I truly loved what I was doing and it came through. In that sense, there was a sort of grace.
Although figure skating is typically seen as a graceful sport, off the ice there isn’t a lot of grace. There are rivalries, fake smiles, dismissive attitudes, and outright rudeness. There are also a few friendships scattered here and there but those more often occur between people who don’t compete against each other. Some friendly rivalries do exist. It always struck me that skaters who were supposed to be so graceful and so proper were some of the most horrible people I had ever met. I guess that is what happens when you are all alone out there.
I always tried to be graceful in winning and in losing. Sometimes I was more successful than others. It often depended on the grace of those who I was competing against. There were just a few people who I LOVED to beat. Those who put meanness out into the universe are certainly the ones who deserve to get a little smugness when they can’t be on top. Gracious? Maybe not. But virtuous all the same.
Now to reveal our songs from last week.
1. Well my name is Young MC and I’m cold rockin’ the house/ I came up into the place and now I’m turning it out. My Name is Young, Young MC
2. My baby’s always dancing/ And it wouldn't be a bad thing/ But I don't get no loving/ And that's no lie. Blame it on the Boogie, the Jackson 5
3. The creator of what’s now cliché/ Had some funny words to say/ all you little things are incomplete/ Why did he speak of us that way. The Repudiated Immortals, Of Montreal
4. Just before our love got lost you said/ I am as constant as the northern star and I said/ Constantly in the darkness/ Where’s that at/ If you need me I'll be in the bar. A Case of You, Joni Mitchell