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I'm hiding in my room from the Rock Band drumming going on downstairs. I normally don't listen to music but thought I'd put something on while I'm working on holiday presents and find music for class at the same time.
I'm really liking:
- Swing, Savage
- The Game, Lil Wayne
- Live Your Life, T.I. (feat. Rihanna)
- Uh Huh, Alfamega
- Got Money, Lil Wayne
In an attempt to learn more about music in order to find music for class, I looked to music reviews in the New Yorker. I read a nice article about Pink (okay, not glowing but I totally agreed) and thought to myself, I wonder what Sasha Frere-Jones looked like. I had always read the reviews with a female voice and imagined the writer to have long dreadlocks. Imagine my surprise when the image on the left appeared in my google image search!
You might say, if you want to find music, go to iTunes and start listening to some stuff. Rubbish, I say! Honestly, I am so overwhelmed by the music choices available. But, I think I want something with a house (?) beat, hard, edgy, dirty, rough and not too fast. Remember, I tend to tip over.
I knew I was in trouble when I saw a woman in an electric blue cropped suede jacket with HUGE shoulder pads. But, M looked so adorable in her NKOTB t-shirt (which she was beat up for when she wore it in elementary school) and we gleefully entered the Verizon Center hand in hand.
I was nervous that I had gotten bad seats. I was right. We were practically behind the stage. Another thing, is that I hadn't shaken the curse of the concert stink. The guy in front of me at the Erasure concert farted the entire time. The couple in front of me at the Alicia Keys concert burped ham sandwich. And at NKOTB, there was some major farting. I think it was all the beer the girls around us were drinking.
There was an empty section to the left of us (because it was farther behind the stage). We moved and realized that we had basically the same view, we could now see BEHIND the screen so caught all the 
close-ups of Joey McIntyre's scruff and M claims, hair plugs. We saw backstage high jinks like one of the New Kids doing the twist with a stage hand as well as running around and assembling on the lift. And we had a whole, fart-free section to ourselves. That is why the seats are empty in the photos. Seriously, there were a lot of other people there - the concert was sold out.
Who were our fellow concert-goers? I think 99.8% of the crowd were white women. Oh, I think I saw 3 African women and a gay couple. But, the vast majority - let's just say there were a lot of white arms waving along to the music. I think that a lot of moms had loved NKOTB along with there daughters and there were a lot of women in their 40s GOING BANANAS! More so than their now older daughters. And one of the moms was totally intrigued by the gay couple - I think she event took a picture of them. M equates moms liking NKOTB with Demi marrying her kid's celebrity crush Ashton Kutcher. And the new New Kid's fans, well, they were drinking a lot of beer. Another thing I noticed, apologies in advanced, these were big women. I have always been incredulous that the average size in America is 14, 5'4" or shorter. Now, I believe.
There was a lot of synchronized dancing, Joey wore skinny jeans, I had forgotten how much I liked "I'll Be Loving You" and priceless smiles and giggles from M.
We have to bring a song to each class and as you know, I only have the Wall Street Journal podcast, Bon Jovi, Erasure and Dixie Chicks on my iPod. Not very sexy. M has been so sweet to burn some music for me but I'm running out.What turns you on? What songs make you feel sexy? Frisky? Luscious? Dangerous? In the mood? Send titles my way. Thanks!!!Extra incentive, people that bring music to class are the "lead" dancer... c'mon, help me be teacher's pet!A: MaxwellN: Quincy Jones, Secret Garden
In an attempt to learn more about music in order to find music for class, I looked to music reviews in the New Yorker. I read a nice article about Pink (okay, not glowing but I totally agreed) and thought to myself, I wonder what Sasha Frere-Jones looked like. I had always read the reviews with a female voice and imagined the writer to have long dreadlocks. Imagine my surprise when the image on the left appeared in my google image search!
I knew I was in trouble when I saw a woman in an electric blue cropped suede jacket with HUGE shoulder pads. But, M looked so adorable in her NKOTB t-shirt (which she was beat up for when she wore it in elementary school) and we gleefully entered the Verizon Center hand in hand.
close-ups of Joey McIntyre's scruff and M claims, hair plugs. We saw backstage high jinks like one of the New Kids doing the twist with a stage hand as well as running around and assembling on the lift. And we had a whole, fart-free section to ourselves. That is why the seats are empty in the photos. Seriously, there were a lot of other people there - the concert was sold out.
There was a lot of synchronized dancing, Joey wore skinny jeans, I had forgotten how much I liked "I'll Be Loving You" and priceless smiles and giggles from M.
