This is what LA magazine says about the “No Dancing” signs in LA karaoke bars:
“If Grandma starts to wiggle halfway through “I Love Rock ‘n Roll,” a joint could lose its license. All bars operate under conditional use permits that spell out precisely which behaviors are not allowed, and a squad of city inspectors—the Condition Compliance Unit—roams around looking for offenders. Bar owners who haven’t danced through the hoops to get disco privileges can apply for updated permits, but the approval process is slow and costly.”
Good to know that the citizens of wild LA, known for movie stars, and the entertainment industry, are paying taxes to support the Condition Compliance Unit. Are we living in an George Orwell novel, or does it just seem that way?