We are fools, whether we dance or not. So we might as well dance.

The above picture is from my regular club photography gig at Orderly Disorder in The Flying Duck in Glasgow. Over the past two years I've been sliding into club photography, starting with a few innocent snaps with a little compact in The Riverside club during Utter Gutter. I think that the thing that connects my work, from those days to now, is the attempt to capture a slice of time that captures the essence of what I consider to be the original USP of the rave sensibility that begat modern clubbing: the spontaneity of adults in play, not giving a monkeys.

So many times in the old pre-rave days, as now, dancing was regarded as a courtship ritual, and it was judged: do you dance like Travolta, or someone's dad? The great thing about rave, which flowered as I hit university, was that you danced because you wanted to dance- usually prompted by some incredible tune, pumping from the speakers straight into your brain- and so did the entire universe around you.

I wasn't then aware of the Japanese proverb quoted in the title, but it makes perfect sense. Let people dance like their dads, or even their dad's dads: as long as they are dancing like themselves, comfortable in their movement, movement that they fully own. Their movement and nobody else's. Better to dance and be thought a fool. After all, we are fools, whether we dance or not.