Pure energy can’t be seen only felt and that’s what goes on for me when I take Tripp Doherty’s class. Sure we hear him and we see him gesticulating in his own inimitable style but as I have said many times before its not necessarily what he says or how he moves it’s the energy he embodies.
From my spies in Mamaroneck I hear that they’ve been blinded by the light and a growing addiction for Tripp has them holding hands and singing in unison as if it was a revival meeting. Spin class? Holding hands? What’s up with that? Has this small hamlet taken the magic from the Lavender Palace? Stay tuned because I am your double agent.
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