Tag: dancing

The Battle of the Apps

The McDonald’s app is more popular than Spotify.  This statement is not an opinion, it is the truth.  What sort of society do we live in where a fast “food” app can beat out music?  Ok so you need to eat to live, but you need music to be happy.  Plus McDOnalds isn’t really food, it’s a substance that mimics food.  Plus, it is not cheap.  Fast food may have been once upon a time a viable option to save money, but you can get a meal way cheaper via other means.  I can cook a meal for a family for $5.  If you are taking the family out to McDOnalds its going to be over $20.  And you are going to be hungry in 2 hours because it is not filling and not offering your body any sort of nutrition.  I can understand a craving and convenience, but the popularity is astounding.

Spotify is roughly $10 a month for endless streaming of music, style to fit any taste bud, and the best part is that is even suggests music for you.  Does McDonald’s suggest more food options for you?  No, it doesn’t.  It offers sandwiches and things out of the fryer.  Also, you can connect to friends and see what they are listening to for further musical inspiration.  Does McDonald’s provided nearly endless entertainment and strengthen the bonds with your friends?  No, it doesn’t.  It makes you fat and keeps you hungry.  Spotify, however, will at times force you to dance yourself clean, dance yourself into some much needed exercise in these winter months, dance yourself into a great mood when this sunless time gets you down.

Let’s get our priorities straight, you hungry and musically starved people

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A Blazing New Year

The hustle before the storm, getting ready to party out all the bad decisions of the year before the great January purge.  Dance it out, shake yourself clean, shuffle off regret.  Take a deep breathe to relax your stressed out spirit, for tomorrow is more than a new day, it symbolizes a whole new start.  Bubble your way in a new direction, sparkle your soul, glitter your spirit, confetti your smile.  Most importantly, find the music in your fingers, the beat in your toes, the rhythm in your perception.

Lake Effect

I am seriously starting to feel the magic unravel and the real world is settling in very hard.  The lake effect is starting to wear off, the clouds are moving on, dissolving from the puffy cumulus to the wandering cirrus.  I am not going to even try to sugar coat it, life came rushing back in a deluge type fashion as soon as vacation ended.  That very second that you tap back into the work front, the damn’s crack has been exposed and the explosion of fierce water flaying your body, knocking you to the ground, dragging you down!!  Not that my job involves a whole lot of water, the metaphor still holds.

I have to admit, I am surprised at how long the magic from vacation lasted despite being drenched.  I felt light and happy and content with myself for a long time.  The smirk of magic that I felt left a semi permanent stain on my perspective, giving everything a rosy glow.  That luster, unfortunately, has faded to a very dim and dreary sun washed peachy beige.  The filter is still there, but it lacks color.

I helped restore some of the pantone color last night through my favorite means of therapy: dancing.  I love to dance.  If you don’t know this about me, then this is obviously the first time that we have met.  I like to shake it out, dig it up, twist it

all

around

the block,

put it downtown and bring it up to the top of a jump.  I like to boogie.  Shake out my soul, that’s what I call dancing.  Last night I danced out every part of my body.  Nothing was left out of the complicated symmetry in expressing the sounds and feelings of the music.  When I dance I feel like I create a beautiful harmonizing energy that lifts up the heavy soul, spins it so that it can hang in the air, float around in the atmosphere.  Your soul should be like an iridescent bubble gracefully floating in the air, softly spinning and easily twirling.

Needless to extrapolate much further then to say I went to a party and it was fun times.  I had a great night connecting with people, feeling the energy of happiness, taking no less than 5 rides on the giant tire swing.  I love to swing.  Again, needless to say if you know me even a little bit.  I love to feel the centrifugal sway lull my weary body with its force.  I got some great compliments from people that I just met and that makes my ego smile brightly.  I was told that I was the best dancer there.  He said to me: I love the way you describe things.

School Teacher Jazz

I dressed like a school teacher today. Long, flowing dress, loss fitting with a nice retro sweater on top.  It felt right, good.  Not sexy or male inviting, but good. Nice. Warming.

I have been feeling a little more than bad lately due to many reasons: bad diet, too much drunkenness, sheer hormones, inconsiderate roommate, too much sugar, not enough love.

I had a great dance tonight and that’s where it ended.  A great dance. The best dance. The best dance ever. So in synced, so right, so tribal, so it. So the best.  My friends were so impressed, so jealous, so suggested..the secret?  I am sure that the man was gay.  That’s why it was so easy, so natural, so unpressured, so simple.  What does this say about me and my sexuality? Why do I pair so well with my gay men? It was marvelous, that dance. No talking, no walls, just that fucking awesome band blaring out the feeling.  12 member band on a Wednesday night making me feel great. So great.