Tuesday Night Clog Practice

When I was in college I was a clogging* groupie. I was fascinated by the dance and had a number of friends on the team, but since I have absolutely no rhythm whatsoever there was no question that I’d actually participate. I just tagged along so I could drool over those flying feet (and I probably had a crush on one or more of the guys - I don't exactly remember, but it was probably a lanky blonde named Pony. Sigh). But apparently, one rainy night I was having a little trouble finding the love, so I sat in the balcony & wrote this. So, here are the Bug’s (slightly edited) thoughts from May 4, 1983.

Tuesday Night Clog Practice

Cacophony

I look out the
Grimy window

Search for peace

Too loud

The quiet is imagined

Through dirt and rain

The green so calm

Drops on roof imagined

The babble raises

To fever pitch

Momentary calm
As one voice calls out
And chaos again

To the window

Calm, dark wood

Evidence of rain not heard

Then a million castanets
In perfect time 

Order from melee

The dance is on

Window forgotten

*The Bailey Mountain Cloggers still exist at Mars Hill College, my alma mater. They've had 18 National Championships, so I reckon they’re pretty good. Click here to see a list of their videos. If you want to experience what I was experiencing that night in 1983 choose the Acapella clip.

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