I’m down in Buenos Aires, Argentina right now, Juan’s hometown. Tonight we went out to see a kickin’ gypsy jazz band (Django style) called Swing Tzigane. It was a concert more than a gig really, in a beautiful white marble hall at the university. The Lindy Hoppers were swinging out at the back of the hall, and by the end of the set, the back four rows had all swiveled around in their seats to watch the dancers instead of the band.

I was wearing my boots, not expecting to dance (some of you have seen them, completely impractical sexy knee-high shiny black pointy-toe things that truly have no place on a dancefloor). But I ended up swinging out to almost every tune. The boots fared ok, fairly impressed. Hmmm, swing boots…

Anyway, one of the tunes the band played was Shine (no vocals, mind you). Love that tune! I was singing it as we walked out, sliding around and pretending to be John Bubbles – the local dancers had no idea what I was doing!!  Come on folks, Cabin in the Sky!? John Bubbles, the tap dancer’s tap dancer!?  *sigh*

I know a lot of old films with good dance scenes in them, are often pretty shabby movies themselves. But I actually really love the film Cabin in the Sky. You can get the DVD on Amazon for next to nothing: Cabin in the Sky on Amazon

And here’s the clip:

John Bubbles, Ethel Waters, Louis Armstrong, Lena Horne, Duke Ellington, angels and devils battling for a soul, what’s not to love?