The 3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica is one of the too-few places in L.A. to get a somewhat urban experience (ie, Angelenos using their legs for actual walking). Buskers are almost always performing, and the other night this fantastic guy was dancing, or rather, swaying, solo.
The sign seems odd if you don’t get the joke. Taxi dancers were popular in old music halls. They were women who would dance with patrons. They got their name because the longer they danced, the higher the fee.
A link to the great Rodgers & Hart song sung from a taxi dancer’s perspective, Ten Cents a Dance, is here (sung in this version by Anita O’Day).
So, care to dance?
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