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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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
This Bieber kid could be bigger than what we think...
Never say never…
Enough said; put your pencil down, let’s move ahead. Anyone would drop the subject. I can’t.
Never say never… Instantly I’m given a mental image of Just Say No from Nancy Reagan, Just do it from Michael Jordon and Nike. McDonald’s has I’m loving it! What about Ford Tough?
This Bieber kid is onto something.
Never say never is the force behind what I assumed was the latest American fad. Thirty two years behind a radio microphone you’re gonna meet a lot of hits and misses but this spin is a little different. There’s no American Idol or America’s Got Talent, he wasn’t sold off to Disney or Nickelodeon and in every interview I study there truly seems to be an old soul artist locked up inside an imagination that’s willing give life to a world that’s chosen to sit down and quit.
I believe in reincarnation…who is this one?
Elvis? It’s too easy to shout, “Are you *&#@*# insane?” Elvis was endless with his love, compassion, and understanding. Bieber naturally without hesitation reaches inside another person’s life and gives like nobody I’ve seen not even Joel Olsteen.
Lennon? This is where my stomach turns because this poet craves what fell from the former Beatles writing instrument. Fatherless, common kid, a story lives within the walls of his unstoppable need to invite music to places of silence. John was deeply disappointed with his early years and the way he gave permission to his music to keep him from having what he valued most…family. Bieber surrounds himself with a solid wall of support fed by deeply dug in Christian roots that constantly command that he never lose a connectedness that fame tends to pull apart.
Michael Jackson?
Why can’t Justin have a slice of all three? In an age when being a kid requires you to be an adult by three; as faceless as music tends to be…the rhythms and beats of history can’t be changed which means everything grandparents once heard so do today’s growing nation.
Never say never…
If the one thing Bieber brings to the pop ups in the backseat of your car is a set of lyrics to sing then let them have their Frank Sinatra.
Can you tell I’m the angry middle aged adult that didn’t get the support from his parents to chase childhood music dreams? I snuck around Billings, Montana gluing my nose to radio station windows KOYN, Y93, KGHL hoping to find something that finally fed the unexplained itch in my feet; only to read in Wolfman Jack’s biography that nearly every person in radio is nothing more than a rock star wanna be that elected to sell their soul to spinning music because it doesn’t require lessons to read liner cards.
On Face Book today I wrote:
I wasn't a Bieber fan until I saw the movie. If my parents would have taken the time to believe in my musical dreams...radio would be the farthest thing from my current path. It wasn't until two years ago that I finally got the *#@%* to take my music serious and being in a real recording studio with Jimm and Alan is the most incredible experience of my life. I can't explain what it feels like to create a melody, a song hook and then hear someone humming it hours after it was delivered in the studio. I wish more parents would invest in their child’s dreams rather than pick their career like their name. If music wouldn't have worked...I still believe I could've been a professional bowler.
Never say never…
Something’s going on here. I felt the same vibe when introduced to Lady Gaga, Madonna in the 80’s, Country Music’s Alabama when Lonnie Bell popped the 45 My Homes in Alabama on the KOYN radio turntable and vibrantly said, “I think we have our first country music Beatles.”
Scooter Braun and Usher may go down in the pages of written journeys as being responsible for discovering Bieber but ultimately thru social networking and You Tube the people made them their king first.
I’m not rushing out to buy Bieber Barbies, T-shirts and mp3’s from Itunes; I will though continue to invest in two thoughts, his first then mine: Never say never…and trust in the lips that bring to the surface a once hidden harmony. Do all you can to believe in the music given to your children everyday. Encourage them to give it to the world to sing.
I will always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Enough said; put your pencil down, let’s move ahead. Anyone would drop the subject. I can’t.
Never say never… Instantly I’m given a mental image of Just Say No from Nancy Reagan, Just do it from Michael Jordon and Nike. McDonald’s has I’m loving it! What about Ford Tough?
This Bieber kid is onto something.
Never say never is the force behind what I assumed was the latest American fad. Thirty two years behind a radio microphone you’re gonna meet a lot of hits and misses but this spin is a little different. There’s no American Idol or America’s Got Talent, he wasn’t sold off to Disney or Nickelodeon and in every interview I study there truly seems to be an old soul artist locked up inside an imagination that’s willing give life to a world that’s chosen to sit down and quit.
I believe in reincarnation…who is this one?
Elvis? It’s too easy to shout, “Are you *&#@*# insane?” Elvis was endless with his love, compassion, and understanding. Bieber naturally without hesitation reaches inside another person’s life and gives like nobody I’ve seen not even Joel Olsteen.
Lennon? This is where my stomach turns because this poet craves what fell from the former Beatles writing instrument. Fatherless, common kid, a story lives within the walls of his unstoppable need to invite music to places of silence. John was deeply disappointed with his early years and the way he gave permission to his music to keep him from having what he valued most…family. Bieber surrounds himself with a solid wall of support fed by deeply dug in Christian roots that constantly command that he never lose a connectedness that fame tends to pull apart.
Michael Jackson?
Why can’t Justin have a slice of all three? In an age when being a kid requires you to be an adult by three; as faceless as music tends to be…the rhythms and beats of history can’t be changed which means everything grandparents once heard so do today’s growing nation.
Never say never…
If the one thing Bieber brings to the pop ups in the backseat of your car is a set of lyrics to sing then let them have their Frank Sinatra.
Can you tell I’m the angry middle aged adult that didn’t get the support from his parents to chase childhood music dreams? I snuck around Billings, Montana gluing my nose to radio station windows KOYN, Y93, KGHL hoping to find something that finally fed the unexplained itch in my feet; only to read in Wolfman Jack’s biography that nearly every person in radio is nothing more than a rock star wanna be that elected to sell their soul to spinning music because it doesn’t require lessons to read liner cards.
On Face Book today I wrote:
I wasn't a Bieber fan until I saw the movie. If my parents would have taken the time to believe in my musical dreams...radio would be the farthest thing from my current path. It wasn't until two years ago that I finally got the *#@%* to take my music serious and being in a real recording studio with Jimm and Alan is the most incredible experience of my life. I can't explain what it feels like to create a melody, a song hook and then hear someone humming it hours after it was delivered in the studio. I wish more parents would invest in their child’s dreams rather than pick their career like their name. If music wouldn't have worked...I still believe I could've been a professional bowler.
Never say never…
Something’s going on here. I felt the same vibe when introduced to Lady Gaga, Madonna in the 80’s, Country Music’s Alabama when Lonnie Bell popped the 45 My Homes in Alabama on the KOYN radio turntable and vibrantly said, “I think we have our first country music Beatles.”
Scooter Braun and Usher may go down in the pages of written journeys as being responsible for discovering Bieber but ultimately thru social networking and You Tube the people made them their king first.
I’m not rushing out to buy Bieber Barbies, T-shirts and mp3’s from Itunes; I will though continue to invest in two thoughts, his first then mine: Never say never…and trust in the lips that bring to the surface a once hidden harmony. Do all you can to believe in the music given to your children everyday. Encourage them to give it to the world to sing.
I will always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Friday, June 4, 2010
Does technique control your destiny?
My Jr. High chorus teacher Mr. Anderson once barked, “Music isn’t something you learn from a book. You live it by breathing life into the lyrics the artist has elected to share with you. If technique is your desired performance, please leave this class and don’t come back…awareness carries the true expression.”
Technique…
Can someone who’s unique fulfill their role inside a world where technique is God? Technique has nothing to do with catching a unique rabbit? The best way to achieve accomplishment is you neek up on it… Awareness molds champions.
From the outside the word technique looks bold, daring and confident. Sadly, get too close you’ll be introduced to overbearing. Technique carries weight, those who hold it’s Yoda like powers become the heavy weight kings of bragging holding down important positions of decision making turning every horizon into lopsided presentations of purpose without reasons to believe those following should continue. You can’t learn how to downhill ski from a book.
Nobody wins a Tae Kwon Do or other Mixed Martial Arts tournament without proper technique. Spend a few more minutes looking at the entire picture and within seconds you’ll begin to take note of mechanics. Inside blocks followed by front kick, land it, double punch, side kick, blah, blah, blah. I feel like we’re watching Kate Gosselin on Dancing with the Stars. Having a great hairstyle doesn’t win you a beauty contest.
I’ve fought Ivan Torres nearly 20 times—half my size, his technique the sharpest I’ve seen since meeting Grand Master Jung. Ivan nearly ripped my nose out of its place not because his round house kick is fed by rivers of proper technique but his ambition to study the entire picture through measures that are completely loyal to awareness creating a path to follow my bad habits, once the nose became open…the blood began to spurt.
What makes an employee, student or competitor unforgettable isn’t perfectly designed technique but their willingness to breathe life into the lyrics the artist elected to share with them. Bill Gates’ passion wasn’t to become the worlds richest man…he found value in creating a computer that non-nerds with giant pocket protectors could easily learn then better their life.
Apple’s introduction of the IPad entertains stockholders and Wall Street gamblers who have no clue who the client is or they would’ve made the computer fully capable of opening more than one application at a time. The IPhone should’ve been connected to the project! They’re using technique as the money making opportunity tool. Outside of the IPod, what’s been Apples next best thing? Happy investors.
How can we turn our chapters around and start performing like real rock stars? Rollingstone Magazine recently published a reader’s response to The Black Eyed Peas being named one of the most influential bands on earth. The fan of the pages wrote, “How can you call them a band when none of them play instruments…its all created in a recording studio by a club disc jockey.”
Author Lou Solomon believes its time to stop fitting in. Your daily goal should be set on living in your own skin. Your knowledge is extremely important but experience, insight and the stories created while climbing the ladder teaches others to become better players in a Corporate American world where you’ve got the bosses permission to be lazy because we’ll soon replace you with someone lazier.
As popular as Larry David is with Seinfeld and Curb your Enthusiasm, history will one day call him the cheapest date in the entertainment business. He finds no value in creating scripts—the scenes are set then you perform. If you’ve been attached to his past few seasons it’s easy to tell the difference between great actors and those who are nothing without the aid of someone putting the words in their mouth.
If I were to sit down with Adam Lambert and ask him to write a song on the spot…he’d exceed the limits. Bon Jovi, Bob Dylan, Usher, Nelly and Trace Adkins are no different. Put the microphone on Kanye West, Rihanna, Fergie and Carrie Underwood they'll scream for their bodyguards and tour managers to rid their world of the crazy man in front of them.
Through technique they are major money makers and shakers but can you see, feel, taste and be influenced to share the experience with someone using their art as a tool? My white guy booty can bounce with the best of them during Boom Boom Pow and I still can’t get enough of Party in the USA from Miss Miley Cyrus. But which one truly has staying power?
Watching Miley is a learning experience because her roots are sheltered by a connection to Disney…her evolution into superstardom and acceptance with all people rather than kids and young adults is nothing more than the rebirth of Little Ricky Nelson from Ozzy and Harriet. She’s using technique as a format to which she falls back on when knowledge, experience and insight are sitting in class preparing themselves for a much wiser place to breathe.
How does Charlie the car mechanic step away from technique? What about Juan the college student and busboy Mike from the family restaurant barely hanging on? Rather than watch Hells Kitchen, study Gordon Ramsey. Instead of watching old video’s of past American Idol contestants take the time to learn Simon Cowell’s path. Don’t read John C Maxwell, Anthony Robbins and the other 400,000 motivational books now 20% off at your favorite book store…study those books like your life depends on it. Every sentence holds the fuel that could lift you up and over this dull life and style you’ve adopted and blamed it on everything but choice.
People ask me all the time how I’ve survived 31 years of constantly changing radio…my answer has never bent…I don’t work in radio. I’m in the people business and business is always great.
Now sit up straight and do your own thing. I believe in you…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Technique…
Can someone who’s unique fulfill their role inside a world where technique is God? Technique has nothing to do with catching a unique rabbit? The best way to achieve accomplishment is you neek up on it… Awareness molds champions.
From the outside the word technique looks bold, daring and confident. Sadly, get too close you’ll be introduced to overbearing. Technique carries weight, those who hold it’s Yoda like powers become the heavy weight kings of bragging holding down important positions of decision making turning every horizon into lopsided presentations of purpose without reasons to believe those following should continue. You can’t learn how to downhill ski from a book.
Nobody wins a Tae Kwon Do or other Mixed Martial Arts tournament without proper technique. Spend a few more minutes looking at the entire picture and within seconds you’ll begin to take note of mechanics. Inside blocks followed by front kick, land it, double punch, side kick, blah, blah, blah. I feel like we’re watching Kate Gosselin on Dancing with the Stars. Having a great hairstyle doesn’t win you a beauty contest.
I’ve fought Ivan Torres nearly 20 times—half my size, his technique the sharpest I’ve seen since meeting Grand Master Jung. Ivan nearly ripped my nose out of its place not because his round house kick is fed by rivers of proper technique but his ambition to study the entire picture through measures that are completely loyal to awareness creating a path to follow my bad habits, once the nose became open…the blood began to spurt.
What makes an employee, student or competitor unforgettable isn’t perfectly designed technique but their willingness to breathe life into the lyrics the artist elected to share with them. Bill Gates’ passion wasn’t to become the worlds richest man…he found value in creating a computer that non-nerds with giant pocket protectors could easily learn then better their life.
Apple’s introduction of the IPad entertains stockholders and Wall Street gamblers who have no clue who the client is or they would’ve made the computer fully capable of opening more than one application at a time. The IPhone should’ve been connected to the project! They’re using technique as the money making opportunity tool. Outside of the IPod, what’s been Apples next best thing? Happy investors.
How can we turn our chapters around and start performing like real rock stars? Rollingstone Magazine recently published a reader’s response to The Black Eyed Peas being named one of the most influential bands on earth. The fan of the pages wrote, “How can you call them a band when none of them play instruments…its all created in a recording studio by a club disc jockey.”
Author Lou Solomon believes its time to stop fitting in. Your daily goal should be set on living in your own skin. Your knowledge is extremely important but experience, insight and the stories created while climbing the ladder teaches others to become better players in a Corporate American world where you’ve got the bosses permission to be lazy because we’ll soon replace you with someone lazier.
As popular as Larry David is with Seinfeld and Curb your Enthusiasm, history will one day call him the cheapest date in the entertainment business. He finds no value in creating scripts—the scenes are set then you perform. If you’ve been attached to his past few seasons it’s easy to tell the difference between great actors and those who are nothing without the aid of someone putting the words in their mouth.
If I were to sit down with Adam Lambert and ask him to write a song on the spot…he’d exceed the limits. Bon Jovi, Bob Dylan, Usher, Nelly and Trace Adkins are no different. Put the microphone on Kanye West, Rihanna, Fergie and Carrie Underwood they'll scream for their bodyguards and tour managers to rid their world of the crazy man in front of them.
Through technique they are major money makers and shakers but can you see, feel, taste and be influenced to share the experience with someone using their art as a tool? My white guy booty can bounce with the best of them during Boom Boom Pow and I still can’t get enough of Party in the USA from Miss Miley Cyrus. But which one truly has staying power?
Watching Miley is a learning experience because her roots are sheltered by a connection to Disney…her evolution into superstardom and acceptance with all people rather than kids and young adults is nothing more than the rebirth of Little Ricky Nelson from Ozzy and Harriet. She’s using technique as a format to which she falls back on when knowledge, experience and insight are sitting in class preparing themselves for a much wiser place to breathe.
How does Charlie the car mechanic step away from technique? What about Juan the college student and busboy Mike from the family restaurant barely hanging on? Rather than watch Hells Kitchen, study Gordon Ramsey. Instead of watching old video’s of past American Idol contestants take the time to learn Simon Cowell’s path. Don’t read John C Maxwell, Anthony Robbins and the other 400,000 motivational books now 20% off at your favorite book store…study those books like your life depends on it. Every sentence holds the fuel that could lift you up and over this dull life and style you’ve adopted and blamed it on everything but choice.
People ask me all the time how I’ve survived 31 years of constantly changing radio…my answer has never bent…I don’t work in radio. I’m in the people business and business is always great.
Now sit up straight and do your own thing. I believe in you…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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