1001 Disco Days

Another Radio Joelio mix, this time an episode of Gateway to the Weekend from September, 2017. Went hard. Arm weights again. This time I invented a throw-over-the-shoulder dance move to work out the tricepts, combined with curls and whirling helicopter arm lifts. I swear someone should be capitizing off of all this. Well, I suppose someone is! I've been taking cold showers the last few days, inspired by a Wim Hoff fanatic on YouTube. It is a thrill. I can't just jump in though, I have to slowly turn the water down and then step out just as it hits freezing. Such a rush.

January is shaping up beautifully, what with this magic hole in the teaching schedule. A portal to good dances. This morning for a work out I found a rare gem, a perfect dance mix. Here's the process I took to find it. First I listened to a lot of radio. Then I moved to Colorado and opened a music venue called the D Note. Then I listened to radio1190 in Bouder. There I heard Joel Davis on his world music show Terrasonic. I booked him to spin at the D Note and a good time was had by all. Much time passed and now, a decade later, I live in NY, but I still listen to Joel often, via satellites of love. I still haven't found a better DJ. (Though our mutual friend John Shaeffer, whom I also booked at the D Note, is in the same club.) This brings us to this morning, when I was looking for something to take the sleep slug away, to disperse the druthers, as they say. It wasn't easy. It rarely is. Sometimes there is not much that will work to get me going. But that's where a good

Today a dance to "Lotta Sea Lice" the collaborative album by Kurt Wile and Courtney Barnett. Like if Stephen Malkmus and Neko Case were having a lover's conversation in song around a campfire about songwriting itself. And though the songs are mostly slow, I concentrated on the drums and let that dictate the movements. More of a listen than a dance, but still worked up a sweat...

House dance to African pop. workaday dance, but some pizzazz for all that. (What word has more pizzazz than pizzazz?)

A good 45 minute dance mix by Jahsonic. Today I added weights and did a back and arm workout as I danced. It was a keeper. Fun to swing those barbells around to the music. Tgi A collage I made with the girls. Probably this picture will outlast it. Ditto this poster for our first kith and Kin reading from 3 years ago, designed by KC Trommer.

In a corner of my house, baby. Hard set to conduit number three by John Schaefer on mixcloud. Perfect Build to a full tilt.  So happy to be alive and healthy and dancing without limitation. still. 100 ideas this morning spontaneously flowed through my body to the music.

Today a full throttle, completely lost, in the flow dance to Joe Davis conduit set number one on mix cloud. Big props to that DJ. And these little trinkets from around the house.

Vermeer at National Gallery in Washington DC mirrored by Lily and Lucia at the Museum of New York City. That energy boomeranging into an electro swing dance in the living room.

Such an epic dance. Deva, Diandra, Melissa and Jen at the Mercury Café. First I played some music on stage with Melissa. Then we went upstairs and there was a blues swing night happening. The DJ was great. I soundhounded the song below as an example. Then a long dance walk afterward, through the empty streets of freezing Denver at 2 o'clock in the morning on a Wednesday night. The moon was everywhere even on this piece of concrete. Notice the two hearts upside down in shadow. I don't know what this mural says, but it was fun to try to say. The way it felt summed up.

Yawpers do Pulp Fiction Soundtrack at the Oriental. Hyped up psychedelic metal surf songs. Danced so hard we missed the countdown!  The mask above was from Orange Peel Moses' closet, tried on after a beautiful end of the year jam with Melissa Ivey.

The Reals playing for Steve Millin's back at Common Grounds Denver. Always great to get Reals

Brilliant Truck stop dance frisbee to quell a panic attack by a brother enroute back to CO after grandmas funeral in MO

It was an unexpected day. I want to write about it but I'm falling over. I got stuck in Atlanta. We had to evacuate as there was an electrical grid outage. Long walk out through dark corridors all the way to baggage claim, must've been a mile walking through dark terminals filled with electrical smoke. Surreal. People having panic attacks. One person had a seizure.  But then, amidst the chaos, in this one corridor, there was this beautiful art from Zimbabwe, stone sculptures, and I had stop and look. I couldn't not. I thought, if this hadn't happened I would have never seen this art, nor would it have meant as much. Finally got out of airport and into a hotel shuttle. We all got to talking in the van and I mentioned that I was going to miss my grandmother's funeral and there were warm sounds of sympathy all around. Then a grandmother said that she was going to miss her granddaughter's birth and that felt like poetic symmetry. Soon afterward this same woman had a