Listened to the new Missy Elliott WTF w/ Pharell, like 5 times in a row, with the spastic pop and loc, lose it in the club vibe. So good.
Who does that?
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
my mom sent me a children's album (on vinyl) put out by Jack White's Third Man Records for my birthday. Featuring Woody Guthrie, Nina Simone, Jerry Garcia and the like. I turned off all the lights last night and danced to the whole record with the girls. Except they didn't care about the music so much, they just wanted to play. So I danced to one song while I held one girl, twirling her around to the music, like a living whirlygig ferris wheel, and then switched. Whichever girl was not being held was trying to hold onto the arm of her sister, so that was part of the dance game too, for them, and for me to keep that from happening. A good time was had by all, with only minor repercussions.
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
First trying my best to be "the baby whisperer" and get 3 month old Forrest to sleep, son of friends from Australia visiting us, Brigid and Evan. As soon as the crying starts it is soooo fierce that you would wear yourself out just to keep it from happening, doing squats up and down, until the rhythm starts to take over. Rhythm of David Burbage or somesuch, a record gotten for a buck from Stray, local thrift store on Skillman, but perfect in the moment, a few glasses of rum coconut monster energy drink later. We danced and it was suddenly the perfect thing needed for me, even more than him. And then he's down and I go to do dishes to Talib Kweli and it is the dance of the dishes, pop and lock stylo, tone loc wild thing on the spunge slide.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
"New York is the kind of place where you have to get in your first serve." -Overheard overhead
Walking out of the door of the YMCA just now and I see the headline. "George H. W. Bush has mellowed on same sex marriage." Ha, still have a way to go, but nice to know people can change at at 91 years old.
I was listening to The Seeds this morning on the elliptical machine. Anyone familiar with The Seeds? They have a 15 minute long song called "Up in her room." It is based on a two note guitar riff and the conceit of being -up in her room. About halfway through the keyboard player comes in. He is awesome. AWESOME. By that time I was dancing hard on the machine, flying at 10 mph. Felt like 100. Up in her room.
I was thinking about love. So aptly portrayed in the building intensity of the song. About how when I was young i focused all of that incredibly magnetic and powerful feeling of being in love on one person. Hoping it would be reflected back forever. But it's impossible. It has to be tempered. Eventually you settle down and learn to disperse all of that great surge of feeling into 1000 fertile places, like seeds. A few grow.
I discovered The Seeds because I was sitting in the Queens Kickshaw with my dad. It was playing over the sound system. I was intrigued by the riff and so I used the SoundHound app to discover who the band was. Turns out it was a song from 1966 by a band I had never heard of before, The Seeds, "Up in her room." As the song was still playing a well dressed woman in her late 20's came up to the window we were facing and looked my dad in his eyes, for several seconds, and smiled. It felt like a breach of reality. She stayed there smiling for an unusually long time. Dad reached down to spear a string bean with his fork. He pretended to hold it up and feed it to her, but by the time he looked up she was gone.