I'm pretty white, as a number of things on this blog can attest (exhibit A), so it might not surprise you to know that I'm not much of a dancer. It's not that I'm bad, I'm just profoundly average and never really that comfortable on the dance floor, at least not until I've reached the magic level of drunkness. Or until I hear one of a very few songs that I can't help but dance to. "Jungle Boogie" is one of those songs.
The year was aught four. I was 17 and, having just finished high-school, on a road trip in an old Chevy with three friends. MP3 players weren't yet a big thing, but we had a cd player connected through a tape deck adapter (god, this seems like ancient history already), and a big bag full of CDs. There were two CDs we listened to every day. The first was Franz Ferdinand's eponymous debut. The second was a mix CD on which was "Jungle Boogie". We all liked it, but none as much as Pierre, who loved that song. Man did that boy love that song. And when someone else likes something so much, it's infectious. It's also a great song.
Holy shit, there's a Muppets version of it. I can't think of a better way to end the week.