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Poetry, Story, & Music

02 Jan

As a teenager, I was drawn to the Talking Heads and The Cold (a local punk rock band in New Orleans).

I enjoyed the poetic vibrancy of Talking Heads lyrics:

They pick the sound and let it drop
Nobody know what they’re talking about…

Their unpredictable and unique beats elicited unique movements of the body. I felt free and happy letting my body interpret the music without any feedback from my mind…

The Cold told stories with their songs:

So now you’re starring in a show
You’re up there on the stage
I’m down here in the crowd.
You make your entrance and the dialogue begins
But all I hear are your words…

And the fast pace of the music was a perfect match for the teenager energy that my friends and I brought to the small nightclubs where the band played. We’d sing the songs along with the band and dance and jump and shake our heads vigorously as our hair cascaded back and forth and side to side.

Ahhh… to feel music, to feel it in our bones… it was the best therapy for our raging hormones…

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Posted by on January 2, 2011 in dance, poetry

 

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