I’ve had a crush on Gregory Hines for as long as I can remember. He was a handsome and talent man.
But just a moment ago I saw a film clip of him dancing, an improvised piece, not choreographed, clipped or editied by anyone else…just Gregory Hines dancing. And I realized it was the dance I loved, the sound of his feet…the stomp, click, drag…scuff. His feet made told stories, made announcements, teased and raced…at one point he looked as if his feet were carrying him away.
The whole thing made me cry.
