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”

Church.

I’m free at last and I’m going to feel on top of the world when I’ve had some sleep.

Scissor Sisters: I Don’t Feel Like Dancing

Now that’s what I call New Jersey.

That’s so much better, I can’t even begin to tell you.

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Church.

Dance. I have been dancing to UK garage for about 30 minutes and it is really reminding me how important it is. Dance, not garage. Well, that as well.

T.J.R feat Xavier – Just Gets Better (T.J.R Dub) Tuff Jam

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)

Non-Stop Ecstatic Dancing

Went to the gym. Swam 60 lengths, which is a personal best! Climbed the treadmill for an hour while openly rocking out to some heavy, heavy reggae because I just don’t care any more. I pay enough for that gym membership, it is my second home, I will dance if I want to.

In fact, I can’t help it. So much reggae to be enjoyed. Last night I returned from the gym, blogged, then thought I would have a little dance and when I started to feel like I needed a sit down, it turned out to be three in the morning. Then when I got up today, it was the same story. Sank a couple of cups of coffee, which I shouldn’t be drinking, and then danced until the sun was setting and the dancing was seriously starting to interfere with my ability to pack my gym bag.

Are you with me, brothers and sisters? Get on your feet and feel this riddim and Half Pint’s beautiful singing.

Really and truly.

Half Pint: Substitute Lover (1991)

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2 Health points.

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