Even in a slower cultural age, it was obvious to kids that adults getting involved with the latest fad signaled its impending doom. Such was the fate of Chubby Checker’s 1960s dance craze, the Twist.
“Come on, baby, let’s do the twist, Come on, baby, let’s do the twist,” Chubby sang and then later continued, “My daddy is sleepin’ and mama ain’t around, Yeah, daddy’s just sleepin’ and mama ain’t around. We’re gonna twisty, twisty, twisty till we tear the house down.”
All it took was hearing the opening chords of his hit song to get our youthful hips swaying one way and our arms the other, twisting as it were.
The problem was after a couple of years, daddy and mama started doing it, too. Well, not my daddy and mama or yours maybe, but people who could have been our parents’ age at the time. And once that started, the Twist was on its way out. No kid in his right mind would think about doing the Twist after dinosaurs had gotten into it.
Other dances such as the Mashed Potato, Frug, Pony and Watusi followed, but they live on in my memory as names only, their actual steps long since forgotten. They were cheap cardboard imitations compared to the original impact the Twist had on youth of that day.
I’ve been out of that generational loop for many decades now, but it seems to me dance fads like La Macarena or, more recently, Gangnam Style (ask your kids), were short-lived in comparison. There are a couple of reasons for this, the first reason leading to the second.
The second reason they are now in the ash heap of popular culture history is that adults quickly took them over. The number one reason has to do with why they were taken over so quickly.