Dance, Dance Michael Flatley
MICHAEL Flatley, self-styled Lord of the Dance, is wearing a tweed jacket with leather elbow protectors.
On lesser men this look would be hard to pull off and forgive.
But we can excuse Flatley much. This is the man who enabled the rhythmically challenged to worry about controlling just two limbs
I danced in the morning when the world was begun
I danced in the Moon & the Stars & the Sun
Men and women everywhere were doing the Flatley at the office party and the wedding do with arms plastered to their sides. So much foxtrot, waltz and electric boogaloo had been reduced to running on the spot. Hurrah for Flatley we cried. He truly is the Lord of the Dance.
Now Flatley is wearing tweed. And, as noted, leather patches.
And he has in his arms Niamh O’Brien, the woman he romanced and married. The woman who now carries his child.
“It scares me,” says Michael of impending fatherhood. “I wonder if I’m a complete enough man. How do you know when you’re good enough to be a dad.”
Dads will marvel at Flatley’s anxiety. Hello! recalls Flatley’s mastery of the dance and business worlds. Will fatherhood be such a challenge?
“Will I be doing it right to show them the way?” he asks. This baby needs a dad. This baby is “a gift from God”, says Michael.
I danced on the Sabbath & I cured the lame
The holy people said it was a shame!
Says Michael: “Perhaps it will make me a better man and more noble in my approach to life.”
And with Niamh by his side, Michael can surely achieve it all. Niamh, as Hello! notes, dances with Michael. Two legs and two more legs moving in perfect synchronised harmony.
They are dancing now. Michael says that as soon as he puts Mac The Knife on his iPod, “We’ll come running and will just dance for no reason in the hallway”.
They whipped & they stripped & they hung me high
And they left me there on a cross to die!
Could life get any better, asks Hello!? It could. Michael has been suffering from a mystery illness. He was hospitalised for two weeks. “At one point,” says he, “it looked as though I wasn’t going to make it.”
But he did. You can’t keep a good man down. He is the Lord of the Dance…
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the Life that’ll never, never die!
Posted: 28th, March 2007 | In: Reviews Comments (3) | TrackBack | Permalink
