Of Tuesday Tunes – Got It by Marian Hilll

My song of the week is Got It by Marian Hill.

I can’t get enough of Marian Hill this week. Until last Friday the only song of hers that I was familiar with was One Time. So while doing DJ research I decided to buy the album and my only regret is that I didn’t buy it sooner. The whole album is amazing! It’s sexy, but not in a predictable way, and she plays with electronica in a way that I’ve never really heard before.

Got It is an example of how she combines the sexy and playful in a perfect cocktail. It was difficult to choose one song off the album, but decided to go with Got It because it really stood out to me the first time I played the album through.

Favorite lyric: “You think it’s love, but you think too much.”

Of Tuesday Tunes – Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding

My song of the week is Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding. Sorry it’s Wednesday, Tuesday somehow slipped right passed me this week.

Ellie Goulding is the master of the powerful kick, she knows how to build a song, when to pull back, and when to heighten the energy. Through the use of layered voices to create the feeling of a choir she’s able to create a festive atmosphere that is completely captivating.

I love this song. While the lyrics aren’t the most earth shattering and they’re intentionally repetitive, it’s a fun song that makes me want to move, dance, and be in love – which is fine by me.

Favorite Lyric: “I’ll let you set the pace, cause I’m not thinking straight, my head spinning around I can’t see clear no more. What are you waiting for?”

Of Tuesday Tunes- Cruel Ft. Julie Thompson by PYRAMID (SKisM Remix)

My song of the week is Cruel featuring Julie Thompson by PYRAMID (SKisM Remix).

I’ve been rocking out to this song for the past week, especially when hoop dancing. The song is both dramatic and melodic, which allows for a lot of fun. It follows the typical dubstep remix formula, but it’s done incredibly well.

I’ve found that remix artists often fall into one of two categories:

  1. They have WAY too much going on, and unless your one of those slam dancers there’s not really much to grab onto. The song is pure chaos, which I’m sure is sometimes the goal – it’s just not my cup of tea.
  2. I can hear what they’re attempting whether it’s a club, liquid, or house remix. But there’s just something off. Usually this is because they aren’t timing the pauses, drops, and kicks quite right. So the song sounds sloppy.

I’m very picky about what makes a good remix, and this one made my admittedly short list.

Cruel has the perfect balance of the original track and SKisM’s vision that allows the listener or dancer to feel the waves of the song. To really get into it and express themselves. I love hoop dancing to this song and I’m certain I would love blues/fusion dancing to it as well.

Favorite Lyric: “I ain’t gonna move to your melody.”

Of Tuesday Tunes – Feisty by Jhameel

My song of the week is Feisty by Jhameel.

I’ve been selecting a lot of ballads for my Tuesday Tunes, which is largely cause pretty emotional and/or sexy melodies own my soul. That being said, this week I have not selected a slow jam.

Fiesty has been one of my favorite songs for awhile, but this week in particular I’ve been listening to it an awful lot.

Fiesty is an upbeat tune with a vibe that’s mixture of pop, rock, and hip hop. Plus the hook is super catchy, making it the kind of song you want to listen to on a long car ride, when getting ready for a night out, or when showing off your more flamboyant side on the dance floor.

Simply put: it’s a fun song.

Favorite lyrics: “Cause baby, oh my, well it’s unfair. Looking like that, make a gentleman stare. Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my. Feisty!”

Of Shopaholicism

Let’s talk about the reality of shopping. Shopping can function as an addiction, torture, a release, a momentary escape, a pick-me-up, or even a reward. It’s many things, there’s a reason the phrase retail therapy exists, but the equation is always pretty much the same – unless you have lots of money, which I do not:

Shopping Texting Conversation

Side note: ponder is my second favorite word. The first being heathen. A pondering heathen, in my opinion, is the world’s best phrase.

The catalyst that begins a shopping adventure can be pretty much anything: maybe you’re feeling sad, your wardrobe is unappealing, you need a pick me up, you heard of a sale, you’re in a rut, you’re bored, there’s nothing on TV, all your friends have recently acquired new things, your mom’s in town, it’s payday…

The reason doesn’t matter. To be a shopaholic is essentially to understand that you don’t need new things, yet it feels like you do. Sometimes shopping is like finally scratching that itch in the middle of your back only to have another itch pop up elsewhere. Temporary euphoria.

I consider myself a former shopaholic. And I can honestly say that any excuse is a good excuse to buy something shiny … in my case, most likely a new dress.

I say former because I no longer use my credit card on a weekly basis for things I don’t need. However, when I do go shopping, I have the same mindset as I did back when I used shopping as a means to not be stuck at the parents house:

  • I shop by myself, I’m not a huge fan of having to care about what looks good on someone else – I’m a selfish shopper. Plus, shopping solo is much more efficient.
  • I’m wicked good at finding a sale. My record? A dress for $15 in 10 minutes. Proof that you don’t have to spend all your money to buy something new and pretty.
  • I have a strict, “If you don’t absolutely love it, don’t buy it!” policy. Because if you debate even for a moment that you’ll wear whatever it is, odds are it’ll be in the back of your closet for all of eternity.

So while shopping isn’t considered an admirable hobby, at least it got me a great credit score and a closet full of pretty things that are starting to bore me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of Saving Money

 

Tomorrow Land Jar

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If there’s one thing I’m truly terrible at in this world, other than sports and yoga, its saving money. I’ve never been good at letting my funds build before I go on a shopping spree. Or even giving myself enough of a cushion so that I’m not living paycheck to paycheck. Hell, with two jobs I’m still broke.

Granted I do have some legitimate things to pay for, such as school loans, car loan, insurance, and gas.  But any extra money tends to go towards coffee, dresses, beer, and dance cover fees.

Typically, I’ll come across three types of people:

  1. Those that are like me. Who are constantly going out, doing things that require money, shopping, and paying for others – they are also borderline broke.
  2. Or there are those who seem to have a magical bank account that never runs dry. With these folks, they might be living off their student loans. Or maybe working a part-time job with nothing to significant pay for.
  3. Or they are home bodies who don’t spend much money.

And while I can respect the financially savvy individual who is saving up each and every dollar. I’d rather live my life on the brink of brokeness. If I absolutely had to cut something out or my account would be overdrawn, I’d probably choose the beer and shopping. But I’m not about to give up coffee or dancing – not if I can squeeze out a few more pennies and afford to do what I love.

Broke Meme

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Of Those Bike Things

Bike

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I want a bike. But I’d prefer not to pay for one.

I used to love riding around on the sketchy and slightly rusted bikes that my parents had found for us as children. It was my first sense of freedom in the form of transportation. I could ride my bike for hours. My friends and I created elaborate scenarios in our little heads: our bikes were cars, planes, whales. We had to go to work, save the planet, on a date. We were villains, heroes, orphans (I swear books and Hollywood glorify orphans – thus being one was always on our go to ‘play house’ list).

If I were to guess I’d say I’d ridden a bike twice in the past ten years. I got a flat tire (that never got fixed), and then I learned to drive (quickly became preferred mode of transportation). But I really would like a bike – one with character, vintage, and a basket. I want to ride down the Boulevard in high-waisted shorts pretending that I don’t live in a time where jeans and hoodies are the only acceptable attire. I think it would be lovely to bask in that childlike joy while peddling around town.

However, I refuse to be a crazy biker. The kind that ride on the side of the street risking not only their life, but any driver who risks getting around them. I don’t understand city bikers, it’s so dangerous and they have to breath in exhaust fumes all day. And around here there’s steep hills everywhere, I imagine they must suck something fierce on a bicycle.

I’d rather be the leisure biker that weaves about the local trails with birds singing and trees forming a canopy over my head.

I want a bike.

 

Of Teeter Totters

Charlie Brown Teeter Totter

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Growing up I loved teeter totters. The simplicity of going up and down while talking or giggling with a friend was (and is) incredibly pleasant. To make things more exciting, on the way down, my friends and I would try to slam our bodies hard against the seat in efforts to throw the other person in the air – last one remaining on the toy is the winner.

Teeter totters required children to socialize, to make friends. After all, it’s really hard to teeter when there’s no one to totter. It takes two to teet and tot.

Nowadays, the teeter totters of my childhood are hard to find. The simple piece of plastic, metal, or wood balancing on a rod rarely seems to exist. They’ve been replaced with spring-loaded contraptions that look like the picture below:

Teeter Totter

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The large springs allow for a child to play alone on the toy. A sad, pathetic sight if you ask me. No longer forced to overcome their shyness, children without friends or siblings can sit quietly by themselves in the playground teetering and tottering without a care (or friend).

Of Dancing the Blues

Say we were to meet while waiting in line at a coffee shop and we got to chatting, odds are we’d ask each other what we like to do. I don’t know what you enjoy. Maybe you’re a hiker, a baker, a contortionist, or a movie junkie; maybe you like to break into SeaWorld and go for joy rides on Shamu or sit around in your underwear watching America’s Next Top Model reruns; maybe you go horseback riding, sky diving, or train dogs (obviously I’d find out in conversation). My response would be simple: I dance. But if you wanted more detail I would probably start talking about my favorite, Blues, a style which if my memory is correct came about during the 90s (my favorite era for almost everything).

I haven’t been into Blues for all that long, about a year I’d guess, but I quickly fell in love when I watched my future teachers demonstrate it at a swing dance event. Blues is damn sexy. What’s challenging is explaining the style to people who have never seen or even heard of it. That’s about as easy a task as teaching a toddler advanced chemistry and expecting them to ace their midterm the next day.

It’s all about connection and feeling the music as well as communicating with another person. What’s beautiful about Blues is I can look out on the dance floor during the song below, for example, and everyone will be dancing different. Some dance fast, other’s slow, a few couples are two feet apart, or even nearly upside down, and there’s those have maybe an inch between them:

Sometimes the dance is about large movements, crazy dips, and footwork. Others its about subtle movements and it’s a much more intimate dance. I’m not a Blues teacher, I’m just an enthusiast so forgive me if you still have no idea what I’m talking about (if you want a visual, the first video is a demonstration of Blues). How I dance often is dependent on the leads personal style and the level of trust I have with him. Some leads incorporate a lot of swing or tango, and some I would allow to dip me about as willingly as I’d let them dump a bucket of bleach on my head (most likely these are new people). If the lead is my friend I probably trust him and I’ll let him do pretty much whatever, as long as it’s still a dance obviously. With leads I trust I’ll do lifts, or dips where I end up being caught only two inches from the ground.

When you walk into a Blues dance there’s an energy that’s shared by everyone there. It’s a community. Ladies, here’s the reality. In traditional roles (men lead, women follow) there’s always an abundance of follows. This means that often you’ll have to not dance even though the song is probably super awesome, this is both a blessing and a curse, the men rarely get to sit down – especially if they are good leads. But unlike with other social dance styles sitting on the sidelines doesn’t feel awkward (at least in my experience). There’s days or moments when I’d rather sit and watch people dance, it’s beautiful and captivating. And as I said earlier – damn sexy.