It's easy being a blogger. You think of something to criticize, and then you criticize it. There's no downside. There's no accountability. You can lie through your teeth, or be a hypocrite, or be the dumbest hammer in the barrel of monkeys, and there are no repercussions.
All my life I've sat around and judged bands and musicians. Now it's your turn. I'm playing drums for the opening act at Cinema Bar in Culver City on May 17th. You'll probably find a lot to complain about with my playing, but you'll enjoy Chloe Feoranzo on clarinet, Katie Cavera on bass, and Ulf Bjorlin on trombone for sure. This is my friend Conrad's first gig as a band leader. Come on out and have a drink.
There's probably only room for one couple at a time to dance if that, but there's plenty of room on my back for a big fat target. I talk a lot about music, now it's time to play some.
I think this is the natural progression; from learning the dance, to loving the dance, to learning the music, to loving the music, to playing the music. You can see it in plenty of dancers who've turned into musicians if they weren't already: Josh Collazo, Jonathan Stout, Hilary Alexander, Mike Faltesek, Todd Yannacone, Andy Reid, Solomon Douglas, Mia Goldsmith, Glenn Crytzer, and many dozens more. It will be appropriate to say someday that Lindy Hop helped save traditional jazz and swing music.
By the way, if you are interested in playing music, and if not, what is wrong with you?, I have an irregular jam session at my house. Drop me a line if you are interested.