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raybearI've been in a very dance-y mood lately, which is probably proof-positive that I'm absolutely sleep-deprived. I mean, not that I have to be loopy or non-sober or anything to dance, because that's not true at all. I love dancing, I just sometimes have a hard time crossing that threshold between the state of non-dancing and moving. Even when I'm in a situation where it's not inappropriate (i.e. a club with a dance floor). For some reason I'll feel strange and nervous about making the first move, but then once I breakthrough, I'm fine. Strange, I know, especially since I've never really thought about how I do this before.
At home, it's the same way. I will occasionally dance or do dramatic song interpretations in the kitchen while cooking/washing dishes, but only while alone. Even then I might restrain myself initially, only allowing my head to bob before finally allowing other body parts to join in.
Last night I got excited EVERY time a 1995 song came on during the movie. For those who are interested in expanding their hip hop repetoire, particularly for that period, I actually recommend the "More Music from the movie 8Mile soundtrack", which is an excellent mixtape/best-of from the era. I'm always tempted to buy it when I see it, then I remember I have all of the songs at home already and I could make my own version of it. My favorite jam last night was Biggie's "Who Shot Ya", so after turning of the tv and getting ready for bed, I wanted to hear it again. Of course my turntables are currently covered in piles of CD's so I couldn't play any vinyl without cleaning up. Instead I put in Faith Evans album where she uses the same sample. I would make a dig at this time about her being on the ghost of Biggie's dick, but she was married to him, so she gets a bye. At least for a few more years -- then I'll probably want her to give up the widow thing. (Lil Kim's window of freedom expired about two years ago -- let him go baby!)
So anyway, I'm standing in the living room, trying to remember why I went back in there, and soon I find myself dancing along to the song, all the way to the end, and even kept going when the next song (You Gets No Love) came on. Sophie was mesmerized. Well, first she tried to wrestle with me and chew my hands whenever I snapped my fingers, but then she gave up and just sat and watched. Having an audience made me nervous, as did the prospect of a certain person coming out of the bathroom and around the corner to discover me. So I hit the "fade muting" button right when Puffy's verse came on and headed towards the bedroom.
Now Kylie is singing to me at work and if it wasn't for this window between me and Next-Door Neighbor, I'd be having a party in my cubicle. It's better than a party in my mouth, though none of you would be invited.
At home, it's the same way. I will occasionally dance or do dramatic song interpretations in the kitchen while cooking/washing dishes, but only while alone. Even then I might restrain myself initially, only allowing my head to bob before finally allowing other body parts to join in.
Last night I got excited EVERY time a 1995 song came on during the movie. For those who are interested in expanding their hip hop repetoire, particularly for that period, I actually recommend the "More Music from the movie 8Mile soundtrack", which is an excellent mixtape/best-of from the era. I'm always tempted to buy it when I see it, then I remember I have all of the songs at home already and I could make my own version of it. My favorite jam last night was Biggie's "Who Shot Ya", so after turning of the tv and getting ready for bed, I wanted to hear it again. Of course my turntables are currently covered in piles of CD's so I couldn't play any vinyl without cleaning up. Instead I put in Faith Evans album where she uses the same sample. I would make a dig at this time about her being on the ghost of Biggie's dick, but she was married to him, so she gets a bye. At least for a few more years -- then I'll probably want her to give up the widow thing. (Lil Kim's window of freedom expired about two years ago -- let him go baby!)
So anyway, I'm standing in the living room, trying to remember why I went back in there, and soon I find myself dancing along to the song, all the way to the end, and even kept going when the next song (You Gets No Love) came on. Sophie was mesmerized. Well, first she tried to wrestle with me and chew my hands whenever I snapped my fingers, but then she gave up and just sat and watched. Having an audience made me nervous, as did the prospect of a certain person coming out of the bathroom and around the corner to discover me. So I hit the "fade muting" button right when Puffy's verse came on and headed towards the bedroom.
Now Kylie is singing to me at work and if it wasn't for this window between me and Next-Door Neighbor, I'd be having a party in my cubicle. It's better than a party in my mouth, though none of you would be invited.
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Date: 2003-04-08 10:43 am (UTC)No doubt. I'm not even the biggest Biggie fan on earth (although I do slightly prefer him to Tupac/2pac/Machavelli/whomever) and 'The Notorious K.I.M.' really pissed me off. Just once I'd love to see Faith take off her earrings and bust Kim's new nose...
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