Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Shut your office door and let go...

You can’t fight the feeling! Domo Arigoto Mr. Roboto…You Give Love a Bad Name…She’s Got Betty Davis Eyes. Holy Hollywood Batman! Movies that made waves during the adventuresome days of ignoring parents and flicking quarters into the gas tank just so you could cruise downtown at midnight keep coming!

The popcorn munching Kevin Bacon 80’s classic Footloose isn’t cramped on style as it prepares to pump up the volume this weekend!

It’s the flick with a totally reshaped cast and soundtrack that’ll stick to the roof of your Karaoke mouth.

Again, nobody wants to buck the system…the small town ordinance clearly proclaims those under the age of 18 are prohibited from dancing in public. Until the new kid on the block discovers that such prohibitions aren’t part of the mechanics of the human mind, body and soul. Dancing is a way to communicate; it expresses celebration, gratitude, the embodiment of emotion shoved into twists, dips and shapes that resemble everything from animals to spinning tops.

There’s a “Ren McCormack” in every school… It’s not a rebel attitude but rather a distinct need to lead people to better places.

Show me a map of the Carolina’s and we’ll spend the next three weeks deeply discussing my twenty year dedication to igniting high school dance floors on Friday and Saturday nights. In every room stands the soloist…their movement a musical instrument. Christmas performances put on by the band and orchestra would incorporate more imagination if principals and PTA voters would include the human need to dance.

Businesses locked up by this raging recession might find an open window of success if college trained leaders understood the art of the human mind.

Today…

I invite you to step into the shoes worn by Ren McCormack. Make a moment happen. Take a musical note and let it float. Let your body react the way it was designed to receive.

Why does it matter?

The Daily Challenge.com reports that light to moderate physical activity like dancing gets your heart pumping, blood flowing and burns calories. The signal sent to your brain and heart is you’re having fun. Music not coffee or power drinks provide the boost required to having a better day.

Herb, my Rock Star neighbor finds me to be the odd ball of the hood gang…because openly I discuss that today’s modern sound blessed with Lady GaGa, Usher, Jay Z, Ke$ha, Rihanna, Justin Timberlake, Flo Rida, Big and Rich, Blake Shelton, Carrie Underwood and Nicki Minaj will far exceed where the R&B beats and Elvis and the Beatles rhythms took young adults in the 50’s and 60’s.

Although getting through the Bump and Grind movement of the mid-90’s earned me a ton of flack from teachers and parents that accepted Michael Jackson’s crotch groping, the decision to dance that close wasn’t tolerated and pretty much led to the gymnasium lights constantly being on. Toss in Nirvana’s Grunge and Mosh Pit gatherings tore up anybodies reasons for wanting to celebrate in the name of dance. Yet it was ok for decision makers to argue with their television screens on Sunday afternoons when NFL and NBA players didn’t huddle the way a winning team should but how dare students feel the need to do the same.

Water under the bridge…

As an adult stop shaming your need to be free; dancing in the front seat of your car shouldn’t be the only floor made available to the other side of your personality.

The Group E.U. pulled off a daring stunt when releasing the song Da Butt. How dare that man sing about Betty having a big ole butt! What about Sir Mix-a-lot’s Baby Got Back? I laugh a child’s giggle when watching people react to their favorite songs easily convinced that it’s not the lyrics postered to our memory makers but the bass beats, hidden guitar strings combined with an undertone drone that shakes up body’s system until it begins to crack then poof you’re dancing.

Crank That from Soulja Boy. Thanks to Youtube students all over the world generated tremendous amounts of energy to create a dance that didn’t resemble the Electric Slide, Cha Cha Slide, Cupid Shuffle, Mississippi Slide or the Boot Scootin Boogie. The Crank That dance is brilliant to watch but never, never, never catch yourself listening to the lyrics. Same goes for the Beach Classic 60 Minute Man.

Television’s attitude clearly states: So you think you can dance…

Why wait for the stars? Be you doing the floor your own special way. If someone catches you…laugh it off. I’d rather be

labeled the freak then earn the honor of being just another face in the crowd.

Now challenge yourself to participate with a Flash Dance. They’re all over Face Book!

I love it when you drop the act and finally become you…

arroecollins@clearchannel.com

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