Here is something different for me, at least in recent weeks (as usual too lazy to go back and check how many): I am making my Lame Post Friday post on Friday. Just to give you a picture: I am lounged on my couch, Tablet on lap, stylus in hand, glass of wine nearby, ’70’s music on cable television.
Yes, let me reflect for a moment on those lovely ’70’s tunes. In addition to being some of the sweetest music ever recorded, I keep flashing back. Oh, junior high and high school! It was far from the best of times, but, man, what a soundtrack! I think if I manage to get back into writing novels I will set them in the ’70’s or ’80’s, just for the music.
I have been grooving to Classic Rock at work sometimes, when somebody brings in a radio and tunes it to 92.7 The Drive out of Utica, NY. I especially like Genessee Joe. My co-workers are quite amused when I bogey down to some of the tunes, although I am sure most of them understand the impulse (full disclosure: I do the same thing in the supermarket).
I confess that the nostalgia is not always painless. As I said, not the best of times. But I learned then as I remember now: Music is magic. It can make you feel better. Can it make you do better? Well, I made a 200 word Lame Post Friday post on Friday. I call that a win. Rock on!
Mohawk Valley Girl 
I, also, will dance and sing with store music. If they don’t like it, they will have to change it.
I say it’s a simple equation: it you don’t want me to dance, don’t play music.