Today we reflect on things dragged under by the maelstrom of time. On snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. On a nugget of destiny chipped off the mother lode and pawned for a few wrinkled, coffee-stained dead presidents. On extinction.
Today we walk the dinosaur.
If the title of this post didn’t ring a bell, “Walk the Dinosaur”, charting in 1988, was an annoyingly catchy novelty dance tune . . . or at least, it was supposed to be. It had everything: an interpretive dance, a nonsensical chant (the title of this post), a chorus that sticks in the brain like peanut butter to the roof of the mouth, dancers dressed as cavepersons. The members of Was (Not Was) must have been lighting cigars with hundreds as the video wormed its way into the MTV rotation.
But it’s 20 years later, and somehow thousands of wedding receptions and sporting events pass every year without a single group-orgy of dinosaur-walking.
Why?
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