I'm going to lean heavily on the polka half of the polka-dot Theme today. When I was young, my parents, my aunts and uncles, and sometimes some cousins would go to the Play-mor Ballroom on a Saturday night. The bar did set-ups. Do you know what that means? Do bars still have set-ups? You brought the alcohol, and the "bar" poured the mix: seven-up, sours, ice, or what you needed for bitters or fruit. And every Saturday night, that place was packed for the live dance band.
Five year old me would learn the dances, schotisch, waltzes, flying dutchman, polka, and eventually I would fall asleep while the dancers would spin and twirl the night away. The following was one of my favorite songs. Now my daughter plays the clarinet. Hmmmm, any correlation? I do hope she'll play it sometime, but surprisingly, it has not been part of her lesson repertoire to date. Perhaps I should get it for her.
Boy, these guys can play!
