I love dancing when the mood strikes me. Mainly to Jungle/Drum n Bass, but at times some deep house or soulful house too. Not much of a house party goer so I practically never had the chance to dance to any deep house at any avenue. I bet to live too party is like having stock money that's only burned up and without concern for future endeavors. Or for us non-child bearing types who forever live young. I'm months from 40 yrs old and truthfully, I feel like I did when I began to get my hopes up and grew up dancing strictly.  Until I lost Greg. That's when it became more than just a guy who boops his head. It became just harder to live together and, the life.  I started really losing my focus and forgot the way I onced graced it. Instead, I think I began studying the sound to the fullest to improve my accuracy, my precision, and, timing to better move to the speed DnB is heard. Just to be on point, focused, and, awake for a days are sun rise, then too sleep for a day and then, do it again. I did and before I knew it, I was known for how I stupid I was too ever embarss myself. Didn't know what it felt to be on the spotlight and things that mean more to our persona than we ever try to realize. Its the sound I was most intrigued by, not fitting in. I only pursed a friend, family member, or, simply any connection but it's not easy. So I didn't. 
  I left it. 
I still listen to it but that's all. 
 

Alfredo Gonzalez