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The Night a DJ Saved Our Lives: Divine Healing at Club Quarantine
It was the solo dance party I never knew I needed.
Folks kept sending me links, posting on social, and encouraging everyone to join DJ D-Nice’s Homeschool aka Club Quarantine, but I hesitated a bit. Wasn’t sure what I would endure when I tapped in live, but when I took a break from streaming to cook a late dinner, it turned out to be the best decision I made.
The vibe was reminiscent of a tri-state party in the south.
For three-hours, I danced as if I were a freshman in undergrad. Twirled around my kitchen, dropped it low and brought it back up to remind myself I once had “Megan knees.” Even hit a heel-toe when the blend switched to Missy’s Get Your Freak On.
I knew D-Nice put on but had no idea he’d be the DJ to save my life or that I needed to be saved. Didn’t realize how much I absorbed. I’m usually able to manage but it wasn’t just my energy, it was the collective energy. I hadn’t let it go. Responded to my cyber community with a purpose to uplift, ease the fears, and be a resource of comfort. Spent so much time comforting others hadn’t made room for someone to comfort me.
Until that night.
It’s those nostalgic things that spark joy and keep our inner child beaming that saves us. Black artists, in their…
