… that I have not doctored the above picture…

That woman in the middle there is not actually making any kind of contact with the ground as she walks along.

And she was walking.
Not skipping, or jumping…

Just walking, like any normal woman from Cambodia
Like anyone enjoying all those annoying, demanding, snot-nosed tourists…

Like something from another planet… or a Douglas Adams book…

It’s like she’s got a firm footy-type of connection going on with some other substance.

Anti-gravity shoes, or maybe a sprinkling of fairy dust…

… something…

… like maybe…

Okay, I’ll admit it.

It’s not the exact rendition I had in mind…

But Katrina and her Waves haven’t exactly been aging like a fine wine… and the other people covering the song these days need a bit more fermentation, before they’ll be ready to contribute anything meaningful to the conversation…

No, I don’t think they’re too young…

Seasoning is what’s needed.

Seasoning in a musical act is kind of like military intelligence, or human civilization…

 

I think those would all be very good ideas…

 

But let’s just take a look at a couple of covers…

 

 

Or, there’s this one…

 

 

Oops…

Wrong cover… though I did like it better than the one above…

 

Rest in peace, George…

 

Okay, fine!
Can’t fight this feeling any more, you little ol’ speedwagon you…
Here’s the real deal.

HAH!!!

Just kidding.
Try this one instead…

 

 

Well, now, that’s not so bad…
Is it…?

 

Okay, okay, okay…
No more fooling around.
Here’s the real song…

 

 

Wow!

Now that’s a dance craze waiting to happen…

 

I wonder what the residuals are for the backup dancers…?

 

 

Those poor women, in the front row, to the right and the left…