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Up close with the punk/pop sounds of NoBunny


Elbows bent onto the stage, the soft cushion of my belly against the hard edge, I’m moving to the music, along with everyone else who has been quick enough to have secured a space this close. Occasionally, someone slides up, past me and onto the stage to dive into the mass of people to crowd surf. There’s also the random wave that rushes into me from the mosh pit next to us. I’m too close to the speakers to hear the lyrics of the song but it doesn’t matter. The sound and the energy is riveting.

My mind and body are lit up. I’m young again.

I consider crowd surfing or joining the mosh pit. Either inertia or fear of injury keep me from both activities. Or, maybe it’s just that I’m content where I am.

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Posted by on July 27, 2011 in crowd surfing, mosh pit, punk, sound

 

I like to rhyme, I like my beats funky…


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I like to rhyme,I like my beats funky,
I’m spunky. I like my oatmeal lumpy.
I’m sick wit dis, straight gangsta mack
But sometimes I get ridiculous
I’ll eat up all your crackers and your licorice
Hey yo fat girl, c’mere – are ya ticklish?
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Digital Underground’s “Humpty Dance” was my introduction to rap but, somehow, I lost my connection to the hip-hip scene after that… maybe it was the massive infusion of violence and misogyny into the lyrics, maybe it was just bad publicity about rap…a recent NPR pledge drive featuring a rap song drew my attention back to the hip-hop beats and to the rhymes. Then the April National Poetry Month brought rap to my full consideration when I wrote abut the last of the rhyming poets.

In the next few articles in my blog, I will explore rap in terms of content, flow, writing, and delivery.

 
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Posted by on May 8, 2011 in dance, lyrics, poetry, rap, song

 

Lie to me


The hypnotic beat compels me to move my body… I’m listening to the music on the commuter train through my iPhone headset so I’m not free to dance right now.  But I feel my body relax and a smile spreads across my face. These lyrics from my youth remind me of the explorations of romance which were often filled with missteps and yes, perhaps even lies… Depeche Mode’s lyrics resonated with the uncertainties fueled by the restlessness of our youth… their beat encouraged us to enjoy our youthful vibrancy…

Come on and lay with me
Come on and lie to me
Tell me you love me
Say I’m the only one…

 
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Posted by on February 18, 2011 in 80s Alternative, dance, lyrics, poetry, song

 

yellow mohawk, head banging, & more…


 
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Posted by on February 14, 2011 in dance, sound

 

Bollywood Big Bang


It had to happen. Last week Outsourced; this week Bollywood invades The Big Bang Theory. Great job by “Bernadette” in capturing some of the signature Bollywood dance gestures.

 
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Posted by on February 4, 2011 in dance, sound, television

 

Bollywood “Outsourced”


“Outsourced”, a prime-time NBC show set in an office in India, opens today with a song and dance sequence similar to those in Bollywood films. Normally there is no singing or dancing in this show. It’s a half-hour sitcom with a story which relies on the culture clash as a white American manager runs an American company with Indian employees.

The show airs on Thursday nights but I TiVo it and usually watch over the weekend. As I eat my cereal and watch the bright and shiny rainbow colored high energy movements of the dancers, I let the music wake me up with it’s bubbly enthusiasm.

The music doesn’t last long however because the manager wakes up the employee who is daydreaming about being a Bollywood star, and the real story of “Outsourced” starts to take shape. I am not disappointed. The song and dance it nice and refreshing change but I’ve tuned in for comedy.

 
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Posted by on January 23, 2011 in dance, song, television

 

Poetry, Story, & Music


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