Bark like a Dog! Hop on one Foot!
I remember those famous poetic words by Paula Abdul in the late 80’s
Baby seems we never ever agree
You like the movies
And I like T.V.
Followed by the chorus
I take-2 steps forward
I take-2 steps back
We come together
Cuz opposites attract
And you know-it ain't fiction
Just a natural fact
We come together
Cuz opposites attract
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paula_Abdul
The single, Straight Up - had me - tongue tied, even now as I watch American idol I still have a little soft spot for Paula. Who can forget her accomplished choreography – I mean the girl revolutionised basketball cheerleading – and what about the opening wedding dance sequence in Coming to America. All Paula.
Bark like a Dog! Hop on one Foot!
But seriously, this whole dance phenomenon is going haywire – everyone is taking dance lessons. Going to a club, is like going on Soul Train back in the day. I mean, there are some serious movers and grinders. Whether they’re knocking your teeth out with their jazz/ballet pirouette, or stomping your feet with their own personalised running man, elbows included, or shaking their ass Beyonce style –oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh – the clamour for space is frightening.
All this at a time when clubs aren’t getting bigger but smaller in size, to cater for our new need for intimate social, relaxed, unpretentious (but, ‘oh my God wasn’t that Justin?’) style club/bar/restaurant/cinema/massage parlour – BIG SLASH – dance studio. I used to have moves – no seriously, this brother could dance. I mean we had slow mo on our video early – so, I got all Hammer’s and Bobby’s moves to a tee – at 13 having moves was currency. Now, I’m a side to ‘sider’, and throw in a hip thrust at every other beat. It seems to work. But I have to hold down the beast in me that begging to let a frenzy go.
The weird thing is that, bad dancing, any sort of dancing is seen as commendable – it’s like, the effort is enough. It’s like, ‘oh, we’re just having fun – why are you laughing’ –because you look funny, doesn’t that hurt.
I bet Paula still has some crazy ass moves.
Baby seems we never ever agree
You like the movies
And I like T.V.
Followed by the chorus
I take-2 steps forward
I take-2 steps back
We come together
Cuz opposites attract
And you know-it ain't fiction
Just a natural fact
We come together
Cuz opposites attract
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paula_Abdul
The single, Straight Up - had me - tongue tied, even now as I watch American idol I still have a little soft spot for Paula. Who can forget her accomplished choreography – I mean the girl revolutionised basketball cheerleading – and what about the opening wedding dance sequence in Coming to America. All Paula.
Bark like a Dog! Hop on one Foot!
But seriously, this whole dance phenomenon is going haywire – everyone is taking dance lessons. Going to a club, is like going on Soul Train back in the day. I mean, there are some serious movers and grinders. Whether they’re knocking your teeth out with their jazz/ballet pirouette, or stomping your feet with their own personalised running man, elbows included, or shaking their ass Beyonce style –oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh – the clamour for space is frightening.
All this at a time when clubs aren’t getting bigger but smaller in size, to cater for our new need for intimate social, relaxed, unpretentious (but, ‘oh my God wasn’t that Justin?’) style club/bar/restaurant/cinema/massage parlour – BIG SLASH – dance studio. I used to have moves – no seriously, this brother could dance. I mean we had slow mo on our video early – so, I got all Hammer’s and Bobby’s moves to a tee – at 13 having moves was currency. Now, I’m a side to ‘sider’, and throw in a hip thrust at every other beat. It seems to work. But I have to hold down the beast in me that begging to let a frenzy go.
The weird thing is that, bad dancing, any sort of dancing is seen as commendable – it’s like, the effort is enough. It’s like, ‘oh, we’re just having fun – why are you laughing’ –because you look funny, doesn’t that hurt.
I bet Paula still has some crazy ass moves.
posted by frieddodo at 17.3.05
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