Divas Don't Hop, But We're Hip!

FrogTown Diva

FrogTown Diva
Toledo, Ohio, USA
September 23
Editor/eBook Publisher
Observations From the Swamp Many folks think we live in the nether regions of the earth here in Toledo, Ohio. However, Toledo is the birthplace of jazz great, Art Tatum, not to mention many other distinguished and accomplished AfrAms (African-Americans) who often remain unheralded and unrecognized in their home town. This swamp is a petrie dish swarming with undiscovered talent that the world may never know because there are too many slimey creatures down here in the swamp pulling down anyone who tries to climb out and come out into the warmth of the sun. This diva climbed into the swamp with one purpose - to rid the world of slime!

APRIL 19, 2012 3:04AM

My big Dick ride into adolescence - "Thank-you, Mr. Clark!"

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"American Bandstand" was my conduit to my generation. There I learned all the '60s dances, rocked and rolled, and got soul before soul was a train. I twisted, mashed potatoes, boogalooed, and jerked in private because I wasn't allowed to dance. Not even at my school's prom. My rural community had its own sepia-toned "Footloose" story that had a happy ending my senior year when we got a new principal and a new view of what it was to be a teen in 1969. But I already knew. I became acquainted with American adolescence where it was recorded for all time. So, I saved all the dance moves I wasn't allowed to execute at W.D. Spigner High School's first prom - because my grandmother said, "You can go, but it will be the death of me!" then bragged to her schoolteacher friends that I didn't want to go "act like a heathen" - for the college dances I never missed. I was a great dancer it turned out, shaking my groove thang at my grandmother's alma mater and testing if I really would be the death of her by getting kicked out for being a "militant" between dances and concerts where I saw Johnnie Taylor, Ike & Tina Turner, Smokie Robinson & The Miracles, and The Four Tops live. I was quite well acquainted with them all and had been entertained by them secretly in my grandmother's "no sinful bootie-shaking allowed" living room. They were introduced to me by none other than the Pied Piper that led my generation straight to hell doing the bunny hop, Mr. Dick Clark. Thank you for the music that taught me how to dance, connected me with adolescence more than any other single factor, and for proving that dancing is the purest form of movement, Mr. Clark. Thanks to you, I was a teenager

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Sweet and tangy story, Diva. Led us straight to hell doing the bunny hop. Ain't it the truth!
What was it the Righteous Brothers sang? "If there's a rock 'n roll heaven well you know they've got a hell of a band" I guess now they have a DJ too.
Chicken and Bobbot, we're a product of our generation and, it was one hellof a ride through a musical paradise, wasn't iit?
I'm sorry to tell you this but Dick Clark is in hell with Ed McMahon for ripping off all those people with Publisher's Clearing House and carp insurance deals.
I had a picture in my mind of kids watching The Corny Collins show in the musical Hairpray. LOL I'm glad DC gave you your teenaged years. :D
Spumey, you're probably right! Especially about Ed McMahon. Painting, I love "Hairspray!" (both versions). Takes me back to my youth.