No offense to electric-boogie-trance-dancing maggot cowboys, but I have never before witnessed what I did last night in a little Wyoming town.
The two highways out of town closed on me with the expectation they wouldn't be open for at least 24 hours. I quickly called around and found a place with a karaoke night, which is my next favorite out-of-town thing to do to do if when I can't find a place with night skiing, but, I digress.
So anyways, I was sitting in a hole-in-the-wall bar in the middle of nowhere in Wyoming, minding my own karaoke business, while I waited for my turn to come around again. Cowboy hats and boots were as numerous in the establishment as missing teeth.
All of the sudden, in the midst of all the endless western ditties, I heard what sounded to be a techno/pop/break-dancin'/futuristic piece which I later found out is called "Get Your Freak On."
As the tune cranked, all the cowboys, who were just seconds earlier singing and line dancing, instantly transformed into breaking, popping, gyrating robots, as if resonding to some cosmic C&W cosmic cue.
There they were, earnestly following some apparently well-practiced Mr. Roboto moves to the tip and turn of their cowboy hats. Big buckles, canted heels, beer bellies, and plaid--in a twisting rhythmic, Michael Jackson/contortionist/Western/electric boogie/MC Hammer-ish rendition of this tune---so out of context from my paradigm that it was all I could do to not laugh out loud.
Stifling my amusement, I quickly discarded the picture in my head of cowpokes practicing these moves at home in front of a full-length mirror, rocking the double-wide. It was not a good picture. (I'm not normally given to stereotypes, but the acres of mobile homes next door seemed more than mere coincidence).
Maybe it's a more common sight than I realize, but like I said, it was a new and highly humorous experience for me and I'll be back.![]()
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