Till the sun comes up.

I don’t know if you have ever been Rolfed. I was, just last night. Rolfing is not the same as rufing. I was not given a date-rape drug. I was give a brief manipulation of the fascia of my lower back intended to restore proper alignment and relieve muscle strain. Why did I need Rolfing last night, you ask? Because I danced my ass off, that’s why. The opportunity to do so only comes around about once a year, and I intend to make the most of it each time, to hell with the consequences. It is as close as I come to being an O.G. In fact, that term might be adapted to mean “Original Geezer” in my case. This year, as I roll downed my windows, put on my shades, and cranked up the music for the first time, I took a glance in the mirror and realized that the polarized lenses really made the grey hairs stand out. Time for some new sunglasses. And time for a new summer jam, as I think I have mentioned before. Just as Apollo approaches his longest chariot ride of the year, here comes Poofolk to the rescue with “All Week.” It is, in fact, a quintessential summertime jam. I will be the first to recognize that I am much more likely to appear in a Weird Al video than a Poofolk video, but a strong beat and a good hook are things that anyone can feel. But this song is more than good DJing. Poofolk et al definitely have the kind of lyrical skills that make listening to a song over and over fun because each listen reveals a new twist or rhyme that was hidden before. ‘Folk also has that allusive quality known as “flow” which make his delivery as musical as the track in which it is laying. The physical comparison to Biggie Smalls is obvious, but it’s fair to compare their skills as well. But what do I really know about the rap game? Nothing. Except that I know how good it feels to be done with work, at least for a weekend. Last night, hanging out in the parking lot at work until midnight, dancing and sweating, eating and drinking (Sierra Mist for me, the D.D., O.G., and, after all that food, closer to B.I.G.) spending time with friends, in a community. I know what that feels like, and clearly Poofolk does too. It feels good, and even if it means being Rolfed beside the water cooler at midnight, I’d do it all over again next week.