GET UP! GET DOWN! GET THE TRAIN!

Another video from my adopted country, this time from my adopted city.

Here’s what we do when WE go to work!

The video from one man flash mob, social artist Peter Sharp, has attracted attention from around the world.

Mr Sharp said it was a way to help people transition from “fear-based public spaces to love-based public spaces”.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed it, but on the train it’s like this crazy void where people just disconnect from life and the opportunities sitting next to them,” he said.

Well, if you’re not going to sit there on the way to work and read one of my books, like my niece does - God bless her cotton socks! - then you might as well be up and dancing!

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2 Responses to GET UP! GET DOWN! GET THE TRAIN!

  1. susielindau says:

    I love this guy! It’s such a positive message not only to break out of your shell, but to be yourself!

  2. violafury says:

    This is awesome! It also reminds me of the time, several years ago, when I was traveling with an orchestra, that had a string section with about half the former Red Army, and some folks who had played in Eastern Germany, prior to the fall of the Berlin wall.

    We had played a concert at Bob Jones University, and the bus driver got lost trying to get the full orchestral complement out of this hell-hole. As we kept driving around in circles, the vodka and slivovitz was flowing, and the gypsy fiddles came out. Those of us, not drunk enough to play we’re dancing in the aisles. The party proceeded to get more raucous and even drunker. At one point, there was a lull, and I heard a plaintive voice, with a heavy German accent bleat out, “Is easier to get out of U S S R, than Bob Jones”. Hilarity and mirth rang out. The vodka and slivovitz kept flowing, and we finally made it out at the only entrance, which was hidden wayyy in the back of this enormous campus. Fun times, fun times! I am reminded of that, every time I start dancing in the grocery aisle or in a bus; fun is where you make it and you never know how great it can be, until you’ve tried it! :D

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