Thursday, February 12, 2009

Blame It On The Boogie...

I struggled with a topic to discuss tonight. Depending on the day, it does take me a while to unwind from work. So, today being one of those days, I thought to myself maybe I should play some music to focus because I have come to the realization that this is what music does to me. I cannot explain it, but I can to school work or write a novel, all to music. Right now I am listening to some house music as I am writing this. Daft Punk to be specific.

Some of the students make fun of me because when they come into my office it is almost like a party. I normally have my itunes on shuffle so that I can listen to pretty much anything I have at any point during the day. I laugh because I had a meeting with a colleague today and we are having a serious conversation and in the background you can hear, "Brooklyn, We Go Hard"

It reminds of my days when I lived on South Campus when my roommate, Pop, would wake me up with music. That man would not let me sleep past 9am. So sometimes he would walk in to my room dancing to some new beats he got from one of his friends. I never considered myself much of a dancer. I mean I can do a mean chair dance. I have always been one of those people that would just bob my head to the music in a club. Unless, you put on some Salsa or Merengue, then it is on. Then I can cut it up!

Then there is the whole karaoke craze. I am not crazy about humiliating myself in public. However, I have been persuaded to sing a song or two. But, of course to me the Karaoke places that I have been to don't really have the selection that I would like. Because I will admit, that if they have certain Michael Jackson songs...then may just have me jamming. I am talking about black Micheal. I am down to sing P.Y.T., or Off The Wall, or Billy Jean, I may even hit you up with Blame it on the Boogie or better yet, Dancing Machine! (I have a whole routine, I just need 4 brothers...)

I love music. If it has a good beat then I am all over it. So much so, that I have started a music collection that I am pretty sure that is so broad and I will never complete. I feel that my music collection is journey of my life. My parents would always playing music when cleaning, cooking, and driving. So, the music I heard as a kid is always something I have been interested in and will always look for. The tricky thing is that I am dealing with so many genres.

My father, to this day, is a gadget person, so back in the day, he had vinyl, 8 track, tapes, and even like old school reel to reel. I, of course, was not allowed to touch any of his things because I would destroy anything I touched. I do remember the number of records he had of Salsa. So many albums form Fania Recording Artists. So, he would make these tapes with El Gran Combo, Celia Cruz, Hector Lavoe, and I could go on. I am still looking for all those songs now!

My mother, while she was into Salsa. She loved Motown. So one minute I could be listening to Marvin Gaye and the next Diana Ross. I can never really prove this, but I think my parents went clubbing in the 70's. Someone was playing Disco, because that is just another genre I cannot get enough of. Not to mention that I was an 80's kid and was around to hear the birth of hip hop. My brother had a boom box! He loved him some Kurtis Blow, LL Cool J, and Run DMC.

He amazes me because he still follows hip-hop. I call him the oldest Jay-Z fan alive. His response? The Rock is in the building! (He was a Guy Fan too...so I sing "Groove Me" just to get under his skin)

Name a hot song and I might just have it. If I don't have, I will get it...

2 comments:

Brooke said...

This post made me think of B's Ole Skool party last week. We were doing the Humpty Hump, the butt, the wop, all that. "Rock the Bells" came on and a collective "ohhhhh shit!" was heard in the room.

But then Franki'e Beverly and Maze, Cheryl Lynn, Herbie Hancock...they was killin it. I knew and could appreciate those songs thanks to my mom.

I grew up listening to Michael Jackson, New Edition, Run DMC...all that stuff. Being a witness to the birth of hip hop too, it was exciting. But just as exciting to me was Phyllis Hyman, Kool and the Gang, Luther Vandross, Patti LaBelle, Chaka Khan, Freddy Jackson, and Tina Marie...all thanks to my mom. She would be jammin around the house talking about "THIS is music."

Now I find when talking to young kids, I say to them, "what you know about hip hop? Eric B was before his time"...and then I instantly feel like my mother. Wow...

Music is the soundtrack to life...your collection will never stop growing as long as you are breathing. Dance to it!

E. Payne said...

I like Daft Punk.

Here's some hot house tracks for you: Dance by Earth People, Grace of God, Let No Man Put Asunder, Starlove (Cheryl Lynn), Washing Machine, Chic Cheer, Computer Clash.

I need to stop I'm all over the place with this. I need coffee. Nice one! We have to talk house and hip hop one day.

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