So, tomorrow me and my band (aka Tiffany Turner & Company...and yes, it’s totally a nod to T&Co-my namesake) will play at Sambuca tomorrow night in Nashville. We play there monthly and it’s always fun. Birthdays, Anniversaries and Bachelorettes are celebrated in the midst of this swanky place. Like I said, it’s always a good time.
As soon as we started our second set last month, Eli started dancing. He danced EVERY single song (13 to be exact). He was probably 9 or 10 years old, and he did not stop. I gave him a few shout outs during the set, including telling him he was my spirit animal (even though he did not know what I meant).
He danced hard, he was totally into it and he oblivious to everyone around him. He didn’t try to get Mom, Dad or his sister to dance either. He just went for it...with gusto.
Finishing my set became a mission to give Eli the best dance party possible, and I think we did. Afterwards, I went to meet him and his sister Lily, who is not into dancing. And hey, that’s cool too, we need both Lily’s and Eli’s. Sweat was pouring down his little face, and he sucked down water like an NFL player on the sidelines. He munched on his goodies to fuel back up.
I was amazed. I still am when i think about him.
I want to be like Eli. I want to dance, and not give a 💩who’s dancing with me or who’s watching. I don’t want to care if my dance moves are dumb. I want to just move and feel the music. And enjoy the feeling of being “spent” after being fully engaged and exhilarated by the melody I hear.
I literally have thought about him almost daily since our last gig about Sambuca. So tomorrow night is dedicated to Eli. I am gonna sing, dance and just not care. Wherever you are, I hope you do the same thing too.