So, "Rhythmics" continues to be the best thing ever in all the world of sass. I feel cosmically bonded to it.
I still work out to it from time to time, even though some of the moves rely on such a crazy level of flexibility that I overshoot it and wind up with a knotty back or a janky leg. I don't care.
But "Rhythmics" is about so much more than the choreography. It is an experience for all senses—
sets filled with giant flowers, ribbon drapes, and luminescent bubbles . . .
interesting staging . . .
(seriously, look at these artful arrangements of bods; somebody loved this job) . . .
mood ring lighting . . .
and harmonica-kissed krautrock to butt exercises like this.
I return to this enchanted, golden temple when I need inspiration and understanding.
These fancy side plankers know what I'm talking about.
Gathering these pixelated jewels is like making a mood board . . .
or collecting cool beetles.
It gives me a sense of order in the world . . .
and renewed faith in mankind.
"Rhythmics" is my lucky star.