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There had been a fire before I arrived and this made an extra-nice sunset.
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Great, we're going to be dancing in front of two hundred non-dancers.
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OK, so the Thursday night dance was a little underattended. There was only one other out-of-towner (actually she was from Britain).
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First band I saw the next day. Whoa! Hot women playing Hot Jazz? I strongly approve!
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This was Mighty Aphrodite. I started calling them "My-Oh-Mighty Aphrodite". Because I'm a boy and we say things like that.
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A little later came The Jammers who appeared to be musicians from several groups just playing together, hence their name.
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Back in the Pavillion, we had Clint Baker playing some very very dancable songs with guest vocalist Nina Ferro who showed up almost everywhere.
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Dancers, I know you have jobs. I have one too. But they were playing some very dancable music here. Listen to this low-fi clip and this one too..
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The only dancers there were foxtrotters.
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So it's bright sunlight outside and I'm indoors shooting ISO 1600.
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Then later in the evening the Titan Hot 7 did their stuff in the Pavillion.
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Amber and Jofflyn (thank you Google for the spelling of his name) decided to see how long the music would take to kill them.
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Ahgh sweat in your eye!
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Actually dancers took turns dancing to one of their songs, you know, like in a competition.
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Now here's the coolest thing. The band said they were going to play a song for the swing dancers and had us (the dancers) clap the rhythm we wanted so they wouldn't play anything crazy. Naturally they played "Honeysuckle Rose" which can and has been performed at any imaginable speed.
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Then in the ballroom some dancers were doing some solo Charleston to distract the audience who appeared to be in some kind of trace.
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Then they played one of those sweet songs that gets everyone on the floor.
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Check out another crummy sound clip of Titan Hot 7 trying to get us to sing along with "Goody Goody".
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52nd Street. I don't remember much except the vocalist was really good.
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During the late night there was a birthday dance which I completely botched every single shot from.
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Then there was some other dance which I didn't hear the theme of, but at least I got some good shots.
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Kids, beware of shooting directly into light sources with soft filters. Someone can lose an ear.
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Binks hands the DJing over to Becky. I got the impression that Binky is that spark plug that every good scene has. The one who's good at getting people to do stuff because everything she says sounds like fun.
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See, wouldn't you do anything she asked you to? OK maybe it's just me.
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Oh this was that mysterious poker game. They announced that there was no way to lose by playing. I figured I'd still end up going home in my underwear.
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