Tip the Groupies Taking Off Their Clothes.
In an interesting aside re: how I recovered from my major BMX fender bender, I have to advocate music as a primary tool…not just for maudlin recrimination and a sobbing, sopping self but also as an incredible mood elevator on the rocky road to healing.
I try not to impose my bizarre, eclectic taste in music on anyone I’m not living with ( insert sincere apologies to my homestay student and friend Nozomu here ) but I do have songs on constantly and on repeat while I work or cook. It helps me think without being overly distracting.
And when I’m in a particular mood, I’ll choose particular music to either heighten it or to try and reverse it. Oh. And I sing. OUT LOUD. Allofthetime. In the shower and out. And btw…not really a singer. Hello. But I fucking LOVE it…always have…and it's so good for you!
So when I was being severely BMXed, I was of course wallowing and Adele-ing myself stupid but in brief moments of clarity, I would try and reach for a musical floaty ring of happiness when suddenly Susan I was given a gift from heaven/ my son, Boo.
Fyi, I don’t listen to a whole lot of current music. Shocker. Right now in the a.m., EVERY a.m. I’m listening to my “blast from the past” playlist which includes…well, I’m too embarrassed to say but once again: “sorry, Nozomu!” However, what new and groovy stuff I do listen to I got from Glee ( I source the original from youtube and yes, that’s embarrassing as well but not as bad as my a.m. playlist...still ) and my kid when he lived at home.
So. One day from his room I heard this AWESOME club music coming out and I had to know what it was. He gave me the name, I youtubed it and then added it to my “fun fun fun”playlist which is on constant rotation. “SORRY, NOZOMU! REALLY!”
And do you know what? Every time I felt like shit about BMX… and for two straight months, that was every day….and wanted to come out of that heavy, morose energy just for a few minutes, I would put this song on and it worked. EVERY TIME. It would shift MY energy and I would smile and feel so uplifted. Honestly, it was completely weird and yet completely reliable. In fact, to this day, I hear this song and I put it on FULL BLAST and sing along and I feel fanfuckingtastic. It’s ridiculous!
So while I’m not saying you have to listen to and love and download and listen to on repeat this song just because it rocks my world each and every time I hear it, I AM suggesting you find your own dating anthem and use it.
It didn’t hit me until just the other day why it’s so perfect for me, a 51 year old divorced woman “dating” but ineffectually….then I realized because it’s about a fucking STUD struttin’ his STUFF and totally KILLING it! He’s my alter ego! If I were a arrogant young black rapper!
Came to party till I came no more
Celebrate 'cause that's all I know
Tip the groupies taking off their clothes
Grand finale like Superbowl
Go hard I run the show
That's right while I got money to blow
More light more ice when I walk in the door
No hype I do it big all over the globe
Omg! I wish! HA!
I will be posting more music videos dear to my heart as the blog goes on. If you have any favourite uppers or downers, please feel free to share. I’d like to teach the world to sing and along the way, heal that heart and help you move the fuck along. I’m just saying.
What's your darkest music secret...the song you use to pull yourself out of pity party boy hell when nothing else works? Is it Glinda good or Dexter dark? And how many times in a row do you have to listen to it? Be honest...we all do it.
ps Do yourself a favour and check this mother out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SgM3r8xKfGE if you like a catchy beat and there's a rapper in you dying to get out. It's possible. It happened to me!