I Want To Dance With Somebody

It’s true.  I admit it completely and somewhat proudly. I am a fan of Dancing With The Stars.  I suppose that you could pretty much say that being a woman = DWTS.  I have gotten sucked into the world of spray tans, glitter, and lots of bare male chests this season.  And like every season, I find myself wishing I could be on the show.  No, not an audience member… I mean, I want to dance!  Get my groove going.

“]Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured ...For those who don’t know me, getting my groove on is laughable.  I do not have a groove.  My mother tried to teach me rhythm….  “I’ve got rhythm, I’ve got music, I’ve got my man, who could ask for anything more” was not a motto I could use.  In all reality, I don’t got it.  But, I’m dying to dance!  I love music, and I love watching dancing. 
I know I could be brilliant on that show.  Give me Maksim, Derek, or Mark, and I’ll kill the competition.  (Yes, I know I’m delusional.  Isn’t there something that says not to mess with my delusions?)

Well, I may never be on the show.  I may never take dance lesson, though if I ever have the opportunity, I am going to.  I may never find a use for dancing.  But I still love it.  And my one way to really enjoy it is listening to music and putting a specific dance to it.  Tonight I was thinking about the song “Young Turks” by Rod Stewart.  It would make a killer jive.   Eric Clapton’s “River of Tears” would be an amazing waltz.  That is how I think about dancing.  Putting dances to favorite songs. 

And this is coming from someone who can’t read music, very well.  My mother tried to get me to play the piano.  Ah yes, I was a very willful child, and I did not get math.  I was doomed.

So, I may never play music.  I may never dance.  But I can write, so I guess all’s not lost.  But I love dancing, and music, and combining the two makes DWTS one of my favorite shows.   I can’t even claim it as a guilty pleasure because I don’t feel guilty watching it.

Signing off
~Kate

The Beat Goes On

Maybe it’s me, but I don’t think drummers get enough recognition. Girls always go for the lead singer or guitar player of a band.  And I mean real band, not some hip thrusting, dance, jiggle boy band.  I’m talking an all around real band. 

My reason for stating this is after hearing a Lifehouse song where the rhythm of the drums hit me and has stuck.  I lived next to a boy who got a drum set and started drumming then became a part of the highschool band.  The practice drove me nuts, but once he got good, it was a joy to hear.

Music isn’t music without the beat. Sure, you can have songs that don’t have drums, but think about any song that really sticks with you. I’m betting it has drums somewhere. Right?

That heart pounding, body thumping pulse.  That’s what gets to me.  Take a listen to the BeeGee’s ’Islands in the Stream’.  Really listen to that beat.  Glen Campbell’s ‘Sunflower’, Lifehouse’s ‘All In’.  And you really want  one that takes the cake? James Taylor’s ‘Fire and Rain’.  The drums in that are deep and they hit your heart. Your gut.  Deep. 

But this is me. I love songs with a great beat. Great drums. I would love to play drums.  They look amazing.  But I was blessed with un-coordination, so I can barely tap without getting out of rhythm. But maybe someday I’ll get to meet a drummer and watch them in person.  I would certainly like that. Being able to hear the drums in person, and watching it. I would love, right now, to see the drums being played for the Lifehouse song. Ah, a girl can dream.

So as the classic song goes……………….   “and the beat goes on, the beat goes on”  courtesy of Sonny and Cher.

Signing off

~Kate