I’ve been playing music all my life. And not just guitar, I’ve played the piano, recorder, bandoneon, drums (Latin, African, and South Indian), the concertina, the harmonica, and the Bandoneon. I’m surrounded by music. You would think that all the music I’ve participated in would contribute to an ability to dance. I even took a dance class. And yet there I was last Sunday with my beautiful wife at my side, stumbling, I mean dancing the night way. Her feet where stepped upon and her arms sore from my attempts at turning her (It is a bad thing when she tries to turn one way and you try to turn her the other). “Why don’t you take me dancing?”, my wife always asks me. Is she crazy or just a glutton for punishment? Maybe she just wants to make use of those steel toed high heels she bought recently.