Wednesday, April 05, 2006

All she wants to do is DANCE ( and make romance, but dancing is really the focus here)

I just watched "West Side Story" for the first time in years. I seriously don't remember it being this horrifically lame. I also don't remember Natalie Wood's faux-Rican accent as being Russian. Had she ever met a Puerto-Rican person in her life? Did she know they don't come from Eastern-Europe? I just have to wonder. Also, I think it is SO cute how Joan of Arcadia, aka, Amber Tamblyn has followed in her daddy's footsteps, taking on the Angsty White Teen roles (he plays the lead Jet, in case you couldn't tell from the creepy cheek-bones).

Now I'm not an expert on gang wars or anything (I know, I had to dispel any rumors floating around out there), but I am fairly certain that if these people were to wander into modern day Los Angeles, the Jets would be killed within 15, 20 seconds tops. And I don't mean by gangs, I mean by drivers. The whole dancing/snapping in the street thing just wouldn't fly. But seriously, the Crips and Bloods would probably pool their weapons together to get rid of the Jets. The Sharks MIGHT fair a bit better; their clothes and hair are MUCH cooler. Plus it would be harder to get to them; they spend most of their time dancing on roof tops.

I kind of wish that I lived in a musical, if only for the fact that I've always felt I needed my own theme song. Plus sometimes you just need to dance it out. My new favorite thing is to listen to my iPod while grocery shopping (which I HATE, by the way; the idea that I must purchase AND prepare my own meals is just LUDICROUS. Who thought of that brilliant plan? Clearly the same jackass who decided that people should work in exchange for money). Guys, trust me, it is SO MUCH FUN. Because it's kind of like you're in a movie. I even have a specific playlist for it (NOTE: the songs MUST be upbeat-no one wants to be doing that weirdo fruit molestation thing to check if the melon is ripe while "Tears in Heaven" is blasting), a playlist which MUST include "Mambo #5" (I don't know why, but it is the single greatest song to listen to while grocery shopping, it's something scientific that I can't get into right now). You MUST be cautious though. Two things to keep in mind:
1. Enjoy the music, but remember that you are still in public, a public that might happen to be located in a conservative Midwestern state where your singing along to Nazareth's "Hair of the Dog" might not be too appreciated. In my defense, there are some song lyrics that require you to literally scream them. Like the song "The Hippy Hippy Shake"-you are legally obligated to yell the first line-"FOR GOODNESS SAKE! I GOT THE HIPPY HIPPY SHAKE!". I can't explain it, but I can't NOT do it. So at least I was singing "Hair of the Dog" softly. Granted, it's a little disconcerting for someone to melodically declare "now you're messin with a/a son of a biiiiitch", regardless of the decibel.
2. In keeping with number 1, please keep in mind that listening to an upbeat catchy tune might alter your usual gait (the highly feared "Saturday Night Fever" Syndrome). Do keep in mind that no one else can hear your music. So the guy buying eggs is going to wonder why you are trying to seduce him with an especially provocative walk down the dairy aisle ( for the same reasons, I urge you not to include the Bangles' classic "Walk Like An Egyptian"-why even tempt yourself?)

Go now! Try it out for yourself! And while you're there, please get me some vegetarian sushi and green tea! Because I am out and really want some right now! Thanks friend!



(This me, visually representing for you how sad I will be if you don't go get that sushi. )

(This is me, happy again because I convinced my Gigantic Chin of Destruction to go buy said sushi for me. Seriously, look at that thing. My rollerderby name will be "Jaws O' Life".)

(This is Mick. He has nothing to with anything. Except I suggest you include "Honky Tonk Women" and "Get Off My Cloud" on your Grocery Mix)

2 comments:

Samantha Wolov said...

oh mick-y, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind.

my god. those lips. i think my bra just spontaneously combusted.

jenn said...

I mean it's sick, right?!?! I'm not sure how women in the 60's got anything done. Oh my god, you might have just discovered how all that bra-burning stuff got started!