Piano Bars Rock

Last night I went to a piano bar here in town. It was awesome.

It started off with your typical Canadian sobriety. Everyone tapping a finger or a thumb to the beat as we do with reckless abandon. However, in what seemed to be just a turn of the head or an acknowledgment of a comment I hadn't heard people were dancing on the stage and screaming the lyrics of some Chimpanzee song that I had never heard, but had a ring of familiarity. From then on it was mayhem. People were line dancing, kissing, conga lining, and all around having a good time.

I enjoyed this all thoroughly. It beat the hell out of the dance bars and was something to talk about. We would be a better people if these bars really caught on: at least they would be worth mentioning as a redeeming cultural property.