0057 Strict Tempo - A Poem To Dance To

One Two Three Four One Two Three Four Forwards. Sideways. Sideways. Back... Victor Sylvester, Victor Sylvester, I thought of you yester- day, white tie and tails, trousers as tight as a ball without a ballroom, Cuban Romeo moustache and patent leather hair... drumming out strict tempo the tempo of our lives learning to dance girlfriends into bed or into wives... do they still teach ballroom to your hissing records, down in Cheam or Purley, head up, shiny shoes, pressed tight, breast to breast, adolescents wondering if a jockstrap would be best? now it's coming back, I see, One Two One Two swing her round and pronto, but watch, don't dropp her onto that shiny shellacked floor... Ou sont les disques d'antan, je me demande? ....gone and played, the yesteryears.. our sweaty-sweet Sylvester years.. one two, one two, our memory's locked embrace...