In the midst of massive paper writing - music is what keeps me slightly sane as I attempt to construct coherent phrases and arguments. Surprisingly I do not listen to some mellow
Belle and Sebastian, or
Keane to keep me slightly focused - I listen to dance music to help me write papers.
I do not recommend or endorse said practice - it has some adverse effects I'll willingly admit.
After many numerous driving adventures (life sure does change once your friends are suddenly upperclassmen and drive to and from campus - seriously when you drive why would you ever walk again??) of course I have become the semi-DJ in avoidance of the mindless commercials that flood the radio airwaves. My friend introduced me to this song "
Bounce" by
MSTRKRFT.
In doing a
google search just for the lyrics to this song, I realized that was such a futile act. Simply stated and without much real grunt work on my end:
"All I do is party? Ha ha ha ha. All I do is party. Ha ha ha ha. So bounce low, bounce high" - repeat a bajillion times and you pretty much have the lyrics to this song. There is some rapping, but that of course gets overlooked because when you're on the dance floor, you're only just waiting for the chorus.
Which brings me to a sad truth that I will bashfully admit: I feel a majority of the "dance" hits that I listen to on my own, are because I hear them from the collegiate-party environment. Have you ever heard
Lady Gaga's "
Just Dance" and suddenly think, where are my girls, and why am I not dancing to this right now? Or "
Sunglasses at Night" and think: Oh, so "fratty".
Unfortunately in the college environment I am product of my own social life - I can't even escape a dance hit as I even compose this entry. Yes, I am now listening to Lady Gaga as I compose this.
There is a sense of empowerment and focus that comes with listening to dance tunes while one composes an essay. I'm the strange one at the library in her cubible mouthing along, and bobbing up and down as I stretch out my tired fingers and slam away at my laptop's keyboard praying for a dazzling thesis.
So head caution - you too, can dance while you write your essays. Throw a dance party in your head as you attempt to pound out that 8 - 10 page paper.
AMAZING NIGHT!!! I caught Yelle at the El Rey Theater on Thursday night. After pining to see her since I found out this past summer she would be touring the East Coast (in October no less, my birthday month) I was slightly miffed. But I held out hope that she would inevitably make it to the West Coast.
Slight panic a couple of hours prior to making it to this concert but none the less, I made it and of course it was incroyable!
It was quite the show. Her band - just a drummer, keyboardist and of course that ubiquitous Macbook, were fantastic. The perfect compliment to a pop singer, wait correction, French pop singer. There was something about her energy, her charming Franglais, her short hair and her mod/80s/stretchy and glittery spandex ensemble - nothing short of parfait.
She was introduced by none other than Perez Hilton. This is where I shrug it off in Hollywood apathy.
I was surprised at the diversity in the crowd that night. Despite the apparent language barrier - it didn't seem to matter. Something about watching her live is utterly incredible. She's so infectious from the beats and when you juxtapose that into a language that not all Americans can understand its just utterly catchy. It was so much fun - I had a great time dancing along (in heels - I've learned the only way to get some sort of leg up or height advantage is to at least wear 2/3 inch heels to compensate for the fact that my current height puts me at a disadvantage.) especially with one of my girlfriends. It was also strange to see a couple of my fellow Trojans who came out for the night - who knew so many people actually like Yelle as much as I do?
