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Mar. 20th, 2007 12:17 pmI went to Chances last night after work. It was my first time, and probably the least-attended Chances in its history, but I had bloody brilliant time because the music was practically tailor-made for me. And I was looking cute in my tight t-shirt and new spring fedora (it's that bendable straw weave, pale green, with a yellow band). They changed DJs about every 20 minutes or so, which was good and bad, though mostly good. I danced for about half an hour during the Nelly Furtado-Missy Elliot-Ciara-style set that also included, um, Thong Song. I went a little crazy when it started. Because I recently put that on a mix and I've been dancing around to it in the past week. When that song was everywhere in 2001, I rarely danced to it, because I was DJing more than I was on the dance floor. It really is so ridiculous, but c'mon, the end, when there's a key-change and the synthesized strings swell and he's singing about thongs the way gospel singers sing about Jesus. I live for that isht.
That set ended with Chaka Khan's "Ain't Nobody" which is one of my favorite choices for the opening credits of my movie when I'm walking up from the subway. I took a break from dancing and we went back upstairs to people watch and smoke. I almost got dancing again when this one dude played Double-Dutch Bus, and I was wishing so bad that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thebrownhornet was there, but the DJ was doing a terrible time at beat-matching -- which, I am not good at, so I do not generally do it, but I still think I could do better than him. I mean, he was awkwardly bad, like super-killing the mood, not just a brief few seconds of off-kilter snares. He ended his set with Kurtis Blow's "The Breaks" and the next woman came on and perfectly blended that isht into Madonna's Lucky Star. I mean, I don't even like Madonna (mostly because I've heard all of her songs approximately 3,000 more times than I need to) but it made me excited to hear. The DJ was all about 80s, which is not my thing, but she was perfectly dressed the part in a real way, not an overblown comic way, and she was spinning 80s songs that aren't as played out -- lesser known Janet Jackson songs, and then ending her set with Wham's Everything She Wants, which is, um, my favorite Wham song. I really only have that one, though sometimes when I've been drinking, I'll sing every single word of Careless Whisper. So I danced to that on our way out the door. And then explained in the car ride home to DYA about my fondness for british pop songs about working-class pain, including a line by line dissection of Pulp's Common People as well as my experience in seeing the musical Blood Brothers.
It was a fun spontaneous night, but damn if I don't feel kinda run down today, going out on a Monday night and coming home at 1 am. I didn't even drink.
Also, if one year ago, you would have told me that Nelly Furtado would be the new Beyonce, i.e. the person whose song you could play to drive tons of folks to the dance floor, I would have called you all kinds of crazy.
That set ended with Chaka Khan's "Ain't Nobody" which is one of my favorite choices for the opening credits of my movie when I'm walking up from the subway. I took a break from dancing and we went back upstairs to people watch and smoke. I almost got dancing again when this one dude played Double-Dutch Bus, and I was wishing so bad that
thebrownhornet was there, but the DJ was doing a terrible time at beat-matching -- which, I am not good at, so I do not generally do it, but I still think I could do better than him. I mean, he was awkwardly bad, like super-killing the mood, not just a brief few seconds of off-kilter snares. He ended his set with Kurtis Blow's "The Breaks" and the next woman came on and perfectly blended that isht into Madonna's Lucky Star. I mean, I don't even like Madonna (mostly because I've heard all of her songs approximately 3,000 more times than I need to) but it made me excited to hear. The DJ was all about 80s, which is not my thing, but she was perfectly dressed the part in a real way, not an overblown comic way, and she was spinning 80s songs that aren't as played out -- lesser known Janet Jackson songs, and then ending her set with Wham's Everything She Wants, which is, um, my favorite Wham song. I really only have that one, though sometimes when I've been drinking, I'll sing every single word of Careless Whisper. So I danced to that on our way out the door. And then explained in the car ride home to DYA about my fondness for british pop songs about working-class pain, including a line by line dissection of Pulp's Common People as well as my experience in seeing the musical Blood Brothers. It was a fun spontaneous night, but damn if I don't feel kinda run down today, going out on a Monday night and coming home at 1 am. I didn't even drink.
Also, if one year ago, you would have told me that Nelly Furtado would be the new Beyonce, i.e. the person whose song you could play to drive tons of folks to the dance floor, I would have called you all kinds of crazy.
