Posts Tagged ‘dancing’

Boston Callinged

May 29, 2015

Went to Boston Calling on the weekend. What is Boston Calling? Only one of the better music festivals that our region has to offer, of course. It happens twice a year, once in the pre summer of May, and in September. Smack dab in the heart of Boston. A three day pass surely gives you the most bang for your buck. Easy to get to from the train, within walking distance of Quincy Market and several other popular Bostonian locales. Bring your water and your sunscreen, and your friends, and let the good times roll as it were. Dance your flippin’ heart out, see some of your favorite bands, and pick up a whole bunch of free shit along the way. This time the amazing headliners were Beck, Pixies, and My Morning Jacket, diversity enough right there if you ask me. Throw in some Tenacious D, Tove Lo, Marina and The Diamonds, Jason Isbell, The Lone Bellow, Tame Impala, St. Vincent, and Halsey, and you’ve got yourself a grand old time. Three days, lots of music, lots of free stuff, lots of fun, in Boston, what else do you need? And the September lineup is killer. Go Go Go!



January 1, 2014

When the new year sneaks up on us, we all resolve ourselves to have a resolution.  But resolutions tend to fall short, either by us coming up with things we know we won’t follow through on, or any number of factors.  Each year, I never come up with a particular resolution, but instead come up with a plan to better myself, and further do my part to better the world around me for me and for others.  Try to get on a fitness plan, eat better, go on more adventures, that sort of thing.  My resolution is life, fuller and more awesome. Why not? 

Forget what I said before..

October 10, 2013

Maybe the night life in this area isn’t dead. I lied. I’m sorry. I seem to do that quite a bit.  But in my “line of work” as it were, (if you can call my job a job half the time, you can’t so don’t try to) I don’t get out all that much at times.  Keene’s very own Lab N’ Lager, hosts a karaoke night every Wednesday, which I was a bit excited to find out about, seeing as some friends of mine go there, but not quite sold on it at the same time, seeing as I have gone to so many karaokings, (yes it’s a word now, I made it up.) where the karaoke was happening but the people themselves weren’t really paying any attention to the performers. But those days are gone now that I’ve discovered this non-shitty Karaoke spot.  Everyone there loves to sing, and that’s why they’re there, certainly a new breed of karaokers, if you ask me.  But if you aren’t obsessed with singing why sing Karaoke in the first place?  I never understood that.  It was so much more a shared experience than anything i’ve experienced before in the karaoke world.  The majority of the people there were so nice and so supportive, a great number of them even rushing the stage to help people out with their songs.  Quite a magical night, full of cheap beer, new friends, old friends, and not quite friends, but a room full of fun and awesome and music and love. And isn’t that what it’s really all about?

It’s so amazing…

September 21, 2013

When you go to a show and you realize that the artist’s message about changing the world and spreading their worldwide message of love and peace is the real deal, and not just a way to make a quick buck or whatever.  In the live setting, it is amazing to find out that the heart and soul you heard in their music was more than just a studio trick.  If you ever find yourself disappointed at the show of an artist you like, it takes so much magic away from your listening experience.  Music without passion is meaningless.  And I have never understood the point of making music for a living if you don’t live in your music.  I mean what’s the point?  It’s also amazing when you find yourself dancing away, and everyone else is moving and grooving just as much as you, and you’re all feeling this amazing moment together.  It’s so seldom when so many other humans are in sync with one another, but when it happens, it’s life changing.  Those are the kinds of moments that stick with us.  And the longer we can have those moments close to us in our memories, the more good we can do for this world.  And that’s amazing isn’t it?

The Social Politics of Cigarrettes

September 20, 2013

I am not a regular smoker by any means, and it was against my better judgment when three weeks ago today I bought a pack of cigarettes at Cumby’s.  But I have been a social smoker for much of my adult life, even if my usual stance is against such substances, which is good because they are horrible for you.  And the fact that all the truth about what cigarrettes can do to you if you smoke for a prolonged period of time do not keep people from smoking seems to lead us to an interesing thought.  Is smoking directly correlated to our fear of our own mortality or some such thing, or have I missed that mark?  That is a good thought to wonder on, but all the same, it is neither here nor there and is not on the topic that I am leading into here. 

I tend to hang out with the smokers on the few and far between occasions when i can just go out on the town for a night of debauchery and awesome.  When I’ve had a bit too much dancing, or just need to cool down before continuing in the night’s events, I find myself stepping outside and into a world where people that may have been really reserved inside might tell you too much information about any old thing.  I don’t know, it’s like a lot of smokers seem to have this bond that makes them think they can trust others with stuff they wouldn’t otherwise tell strangers.  Or maybe it’s because I find them at a considerably drunker time in their night out.  Either way, this is where most of my bar related conversations seem to happen, and I learn so many interesting things in doing so.  It almost seems socially viable to carry around cigarrettes on your person whether or not you are in fact smoking yourself.  If you have a cig they can bum, you have opened the first page of an interesting story about this that or the other thing. And that is something awesome if you ask me. Even though you will often get the TMI moments, you will more often than not get a much deeper glimpse of who this person is if you just acknowledge while inside getting your drink on.  And as much as I would like to say I don’t endorse smoking as a good choice, I would reccomend following this track if you are dying for a conversation. 

Miley Cyrus’ Twerk Attack

September 3, 2013

So everyone was in an uproar over the Miley Cyrus performance at the VMAs for the past week now.  And it was apparently seen by the general masses as a bigger outrage than any of the news related to Syria was.  Come on America, where are your priorities?  But  all the same, in regards to the performance itself, it was just a major slapdash mixture of performers and songs, with awful transitions, so all in all a bit sloppily put together.  But other than that, i want to address the point of everybody’s offense.  A young 20 something expressing her sexuality is seen as shameful. Is it because it’s Miley Cyrus, is it because she just has ridiculous hair, or her singing isn’t as good as it used it be?  Is it because you still see her as a little girl playing Hannah Montana?  what is it?  Yes it’s a bit lewd and lascivious, but Lady Gaga is always doing things like this, and nobody bats an eye.  Miley is an adult and can make her own choices, detrimental or not.  But offensive?  I don’t think so.  Awkward to watch because she’s not that great a dancer?  Maybe.  But all I really wanna say is that, this is what bugs us, this is what presses so heavily on our souls, at a time when such horrible things are happening in the world?  Shouldn’t we be more accepting of us as Americans letting our freak flags fly as it were.  A young woman doing something like Miley’s performance is gutsy if you ask me,  and further subverting the male dominated society, by acting out as a liberated woman, her rights as a human being.  Suggestive or not, it’s really not a big deal. Stop the slut shaming and whatever. Besides it was just dancing. 

Karaoke Night

January 21, 2011

I spent my Thursday night, after a long and boring day at work, singing karaoke in a bar along route 5.  Oh yes I did.  This great place, The Colonel’s Cabin, hosts a karaoke night every single Thursday.  If not for the karaoke I don’t think it would be my scene.  The beer selection is slim, and what can I say?  I am in fact a beer snob, no matter how much I try not to be.  The only thing they even have on tap is PBR.  

As I arrived in this so-called cabin, my ears grew accustomed to the sounds of old-time country and sleepy ballads, sang mostly by adorable older people, so I definitely didn’t feel like starting in with something too raucous.  My first choice was Creep by Radiohead. Maybe my choice was  little cliche for karaoke, overplayed, overdone.  But it is one of the only songs by them I could imagine to be fitting for karaoke, and I thought it would be a good mood changer, without going too far into other extremes.  I died on the high notes, which I usually nail while playing singstar.  I think it was a combination of nervousness and the fact that I haven’t been doing nearly enough singing lately. Regardless, I had fun, and the guy that preceded me was standing down on the floor encouraging me. 

The night got more exciting from there. An interesting assortment of songs, a reunion with some old friends, and two “drinks” of water later, it was time for my second attempt. Let’s say Paul McCartney would be proud to see my spirited take on Helter Skelter, even though I went off the rhythm a bit in a few places and had some pitch issues.  The crowd there is a bit to get used to, as you never know whether or not they’ll be in to a certain song or not, since there are a lot of country heads and not much else there.  But they know just when to clap and cheer most of the time, so that’s awesome!!

Then came the contest, this entire day had been building up to this moment.  In my mind the “cabin” was transformed into a roller disco, as I belted out the eternal hit, Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive.” The man running the karaoke rig gave me a funny look when I told him what I wanted to sing, but he came up to me later on and suggested something for me to sing, unfortunately I was leaving at that time, but   I’m getting ahead of myself aren’t I?  Third place was my old friend, and birthday buddy, Jess, while second place went to World exercise so-called “champion,” Real Bill and his brother, while the First place monetary prize went to a delightful chap and his rendition of “Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette.”

A beautiful night, with beautiful friends, and I look forward to more nights like this, thanks to The Colonel’s Cabin. Keep up the good work folks.  And I hope next time that my duet partner Jennifer will be there to partake, and her awesome as heck boyfriend Mr. Andrew. Love you guys!!