The pervasive banality that puts the squeeze on individuality has been on my mind lately. Thanks for coming up with a nice metaphor I can sink my teeth into.
And this:
"I do what I love, I love what I do. If you don't like it... fuck you, go find another monkey to dance with."
At least we can find our rhythms. I don't have to dance to your tune if I've got one of my own, but if there's harmony, we can dance together.
But don't make me dance to opera and tell me it's the only music there is!