Day 22.
A song that motivates me.
Well it's all about the rhythm innit? And that entire symphony. And all that bass in Barry's voice. And Ally McBeal memories.
This is another one of those songs where it pretty much don't eem matter where I am or what's goin' on when it comes on, I put on my dancing face.
You know the face. Everyone has one. Mine is a sour-patch lip pucker and it's very serious. Like raised left eyebrow serious. And there is a lot of shoulder shimmies and chest thrusts—not Are You There God It's Me Margaret chest thrusts, but more contained and subtle ones. The ones keeping time with that kickdrum.
There are some songs where in my mind I have an entire figure skating routine fully choreographed and outfitted.
Seriously. I could do another 30 days of music-inspired posts based on that prompt alone.
I'm triple axle-ing all over this mug. There are scratch spins and spiral sequences that would make Michelle Kwan swoon. I am a sea of lavender and royal purple chiffon and gold glittery accents. I pay homage to Suriya Bonaly by wearing all the eyeshadow. There are, unfortunately, no one-footed back flips because even in my dreams this seems like too much for me to pull off.
This is also one of those songs where it is absolutely, 100% impossible for me to imagine how anyone could clap offbeat. I'm sure it can be done. I've probably heard it and prayed through it, but I really don't get it because Barry completely cradles you in all this symphonic glory. He just rocks you from shoulders to hips, side to side and there's a drummer snapping just where you should be clapping, whether it's with your hands, your hips, some finger snapping. It's a masterpiece. I've listened to it no fewer than 7 times in a row just because of this post.
Barry in all his glorious heft will have me straight up out-sashaying Richard Simmons in an aerobics routine. Oh it's so good, lemme play it one mo' time.
