Humanity’s biggest lie is “I can’t dance.” As if you pop out the womb Bobby Flaying on a chipotle pepper without first thumbing through a couple GourmetRamenHacks.jpg to ease into the intermediate. Least y’all kids get Dance Central to start the dialogue instead of the DDR I was raised on. Watch a damn Youtube and do what they do. A couple hours of TakeSomeCrime’ll do a body good, and you’ll instantly be able to notice how a coyne like this fits into your new kinetic vocabulary. You’ll feel like a chump charading to a laptop, but I’ll take that over any vine-propagated dance du jour.
Skyler Spence’s “Fiona Coyne”
