Category: Dance

Church.

Diljit Dosanjh is an Indian actor, singer and all-round celebrity who works in Punjabi and Hindi cinema and the Punjabi music industry. I am mainly posting this for the excellent dancing, Indian culture excels at dance, particularly for men. Dance requires men to be strong yet agile, not so bulked up with inflated, balloon-animal muscles that it reduces their mobility. This is why you don’t see Captain America dancing.

Diljit Dosanjh: Sweetu (2014)

 

Saraghina, la rumba!

It’s Friday evening at 7pm, and I have actually finished work, for a change. I am doing no work this weekend. The next several days are going to feature cute boys, arts & culture and exotic locations. Stay tuned for more news.

I would like to celebrate this situation with a clip from Fellini’s 1963 film 8 1/2.  There are many things one could say about this important film but I will be concise. One of the most memorable figures in the film is La Saraghina, a woman who lives in a hut on the beach. In exchange for a coin, she dances. She is – well, I will let you decide.

Saraghina, la rumba! La rumba!

12 weeks of music.

A couple of days ago I posted pictures of my favourite dresses that I wore through my final, gruelling 12-week season at work. I am impressed with how many clothes I managed to wear, it was like 3 months of London Fashion Week, special extended edition.

Apart from the blatant invitation to dress up every day, another favourite thing about the job was the opportunity to play 5 minutes of music twice a week on a massive sound system. Here are my favourite tunes of those 12 weeks. All of it was there to be interesting and some of it was there to make people sing or dance or be happy. One ordinary Tuesday afternoon, I caused a room of maybe 50 people to form a choir and sing Depeche Mode. It was awesome. It was one of the best things I’ve ever done. Here’s the soundtrack of the last 12 weeks.

#1: The Ikettes: I’m Blue (1962)

#2: Nelly vs. Bee Gees (Lobsterdust Mashup): Stayin Hot

#3 Depeche Mode: Just Can’t Get Enough (1981)

#4: The Beautiful Briny, from Bedknobs & Broomsticks (1971)

#5: Holger Czukay: Perfect World (1987)

#6: Adriano Celentano: Prisencolinensinainciusol (1972)

#7: Jimmy Somerville: (You make me feel) Mighty Real (1989)

#8: Soft Cell: Numbers (1983) 

#9: DJ Pied Piper: Do You Really Like It (2001)

#10: U-Roy ft. Phyllis Dillon: Don’t Stay Away (1970)

#11: Godley and Creme: Cry (1985)

#12: Grace Jones: My Jamaican Guy (1982)

#13: Abba: Dancing Queen (1976)

#14: The Marriage of Figaro: Overture – Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

#15: “You Spotted Snakes” from Mendelssohn’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”

Dance

I did 90 minutes of walking today, earning 1 Health point, but more importantly, I cannot stop dancing. I am dance crazy.

  1. Imagine my joy when I found out about this: http://www.morningglorylondon.co.uk/  I love London so much. Morning Glory is a rave. Held from 6.30 to 10.30 in the morning, for energetic London professionals who will then change into a suit and go to work as city bankers and business strategists and whatnot. There is no alcohol. There is just hours of hardcore dancing. You know how much I need this in my life. Also it’s probably packed with handsome men who have good jobs.
  2. I told Disraeli that if he wants to hang out with me, it is absolutely imperative that he gets comfortable dancing to reggae and gave him a theme song to get him started.
  3. I told the Honcho that, even though there are many things that we are not willing to do for each other, if he wants to see me and he lets me pick the music then I will dance for him all afternoon in the outfits of his choice.

Are you ready? I have to limit how much I play this tune, like not during work hours, for example, because I literally cannot stay in my seat. It’s so funky it hurts my heart and it makes my feet move around on their own. Hey, I should collect a Dance point for this. 1 Dance point. Man. Get down.

Toots and the Maytals: Do the Reggay (1968)