Yummie mummies don't jive

“Dude, how are you supposed to dance on this kind of music?”
“That's the beauty of it. You're free to decide on your own. No rules. Just let your body guide you.”
I'm confused. “Really, is there not some kind of Goa dancemoves manual?” My friend shakes his head. A rush runs through my vains. Is this freedom?

Girls in shredded leggings holding a cigarette to match their smudged mascara and a fish eye lens pointing at their 'I don't give a fuck what you think' faces. The lomography camera belongs to a guy whose curly pony is blocking his sight. He wears a retro-vintage-new age-hippie bag around his waist. The ensemble appears a bit uncomfortable. If I didn't know better I would ask them if they were okay. But the way their shoulders shock in their leather jackets, how unnatural their feet point to each other, their spastic hand gestures. I didn't end up in a collective bad trip: I'm at a hipster party.

Every subculture has their own dancing conventions. To discard those is like entering a wrong password. You're not a guido if you don't smell you upper lip, wear your sunglasses on the tip of your nose and knock on the floor with your fist until the beat apparantly transforms in an imaginary boxing ball which you then to kick the shit out of. You're probably considered an intruder when popping and locking at an informal reception in between out-of-the-box thinking flexmanagers.
A burlesque pin-up daggering in her pencil skirt would definately lose that rockabilly feel.

In the end everyone wants to belong to a group. You can try to follow the beat of the music all you like, if you don't move your body in the right way, you will feel as if you are at the wrong party. And it's part of the human conditioning. We need conventions. To know how to dance and how to walk the streets. Yummie-mummies, never-ever grannies, ganguro girls, homeboys. The only way to be free is to become a new hippie and listen to Goa. But off course you would have to dye your hair pink and play with a random fluorine piece of toy while dancing in the rain, then.