
There’s not much mid-dance conversing happening on the dance floor of the Comfort Zone. But it appears to be a very serious event. People seem to be enjoying themselves, no doubt. Grown Folks Dancing doesn’t really seem to be an event where you smile. Watching Grown Folks dance on Grown Folks Dancing reminds me of many a wedding, with one major difference. Not everyone has to participate in each dance, as you can see from the posse of Grown Folks on the sidelines. Also, there appears to be a snack bar of some kind. The first song in this clip is “New Wobble.” The Grown Folks orbit this column as they do the appropriate line dance to each song. It’s a dance floor with a column in the middle. What you first learn in the opening moments of the raw Grown Folks Dancing footage is the layout of Comfort Zone in Hampton, Virginia. That most recent video is the video “Aaron” alerted me to. This is the footage from that third Sunday evening in November.Īre you ready? Because I’m ready. Their most recently uploaded video was from the third Sunday in November. They tape the show every third Sunday at a venue called the Comfort Zone in Hampton, Virginia. Saturday nights in various parts of Virginia and North Carolina.

What I learned, after getting past the Flash intro looping explosion, is that Grown Folks Dancing is a public access show, airing at 12:30 p.m. You should probably click on that right now. I dug so deep, in fact, that I found a website titled. I quickly learned that it’s Bob Thomas, host of Grown Folks Dancing. WHO WAS THAT AT THE END? WHO THE HELL WAS THAT? I went back inside, took my computer into an empty conference room, and shut the door. A few minutes later, “Aaron” responded.įriend from Mississippi showed me on Sunday… Rarely do I get to actually break a story, so time was of the essence.


It’d been months since I’d gotten a lead on something this big. I watched it for five seconds, immediately minimized it, and looked around to make sure no one had seen what I had seen. I went outside and, on my phone, emailed back this man we’ll call “Aaron.” In this age of hacks and leaks, I couldn’t help but be a little on edge by this prompt. All it said: “I trust this in your hands,” followed by a link.
