Posts Tagged ‘music’


Six degrees of Kevin Bacon

July 26, 2013

This post will only make sense to advanced lovers of eighties dance flicks. And Kevin Bacon.

So you’re fourty-something, sitting in the sofa watching tv one night and Footloose comes on.

An unknown force urges you to turn up the volume and dance your ass off in the middle of the living room because “if you don’t give your heart wings you’ll never never never fly”. Together with Kevin Bacon.

You remember why you did buy that soundtrack after all. Let’s hear it for Kevin Bacon.

You understand Lori Singer who wants to burn this town and run towards her dreams. With Kevin Bacon.

Curly Sarah Jessica Parker’s jumping around long before there ever was any sex in the city. Without her Blahniks. But with Kevin Bacon.

You admire anyone who takes on a town run by John Lithgow while teaching Chris Penn (RIP) how to dance. Thank you Kevin Bacon.

Wondering if anyone would still sell those “Dance Your Ass Off” t-shirts. In support of Kevin Bacon.

You feel like you have to run out into the streets and yell “I’m Free”. Like Kenny Loggins. Not Kevin Bacon.

You ask yourself if he’s “been waiting for a girl like you. To come into his life”. That Kevin Bacon.

Because in the end we’re all “holding out for a hero”. Resembling Kevin Bacon

And your famous last words should be : “What’s this i see? I thought this was a party? Let’s DANCE!” Exactly like Kevin Bacon.

 Everybody cut Footloose!!!



December 21, 2011

Why is it i’m never more alive than in a concert hall ? It’s not just about the music; it never is.
It starts with all of that anticipation for the day you will see that band; live and up close and so very real in front of you. You will get to hear those songs that make you laugh and cry and do silly things. You’re together in a room with complete strangers but you know they feel the same and they laugh and cry just as hard to those very same songs.
You’re one big family because you just know you’re going to enjoy these beautiful sensations together.

We all have songs that bring back memories and remind us of life altering occurrences throughout our lifelines. To get to see the artists that created these beautiful tunes and hear them sung to you is totally addictive. You sing the same words along with 200 or 20.000 people to the same goosebumps song.

I would have to get out all the superlatives in the dictionary to try to explain how all of that feels. You want it again and again. Because it brings you euphoria like you’ve never experienced before. Even the after-concert thrill is a magnificent one.

I don’t know why but i never feel more beautiful, in love, radiant and alive than during a great gig.  This unbelievable awareness travels through me and almost makes me leave my own body.

This is my kind of sacred experience. All is right with the world and we’re all in perfect symmetry and harmony at that moment.

And when the afterglow fades, it’s such an incredible comedown. And you just long for the next time you’ll be on that high again. You ache for it. Because it really lets you know you’re alive.

“Touch me and i will follow in your afterglow.”



September 5, 2010

There I am, in my laptop state of mind with the remote as a close second and the TV on, surfing and watching the big and the little screen all at once. Then somebody bursts out in hymn in the middle of that half-ass film I’m sort of watching…
I switch from nearly there to emotionally involved in a split second, my focus sharpens and the plot becomes crystal clear. Just like that.
I cannot remember what I was reading. Because music is ringing in my ears (quite literally); because somebody out there is singing their heart out..

As I’m shopping for yet another pair of stilettos because it’s such a deliciously bad habit I’m stopped dead in my tracks.
They’re playing that one song on the radio. That one out of a zillion songs. From the time when I danced around in my aunts living-room as a 3-year old; or that slow dance with my first crush. A douche bag, in hindsight. Of course.
Standing in the middle of this shoe Walhalla, seemingly staring into the great oblivion all I can think about is when he first touched me…and when he first broke my heart. 
At the supermarket I suddenly stop the cart at the frozen foods section because I just have to sing along to that girl-power song. Us girls simply need that kind of affirmation, it’s very necessary. Even more so when running errands…

Doing those ordinary dishes or that humdrum (TY Lina Lamont) housework shifts into another gear when combined with the best catchy tunes you can think off. Little miss Nathalie turns into The Bionic Woman and goes through all the chores at warp speed.

Can you ever imagine yourself going without MUSIC ? Hush, don’t even say it…



June 14, 2010

Why do I devote an entire blog post to this one song?  It simply blew me away the first time I heard it.

Everybody (well hopefully) has one or more songs that move them in a way no person, situation  or spoken word ever can.  It does not necessarily mean it is exceptionally well written with meaningful  content or anything like that. It doesn’t have to either…

First let me explain that in real life I’m a non-outspoken, head in the clouds, miss goodie two shoes kind of girl…but this song grabs me and drags me right into one of my frequent rock star wannabe fantasies.

There’s something compulsory and instigating about the rhythm and the vibe of this song. It actually does make me want to “feed the fire” and “break my vision”, evoking fierce emotions I love to get lost and even wallow in…

Maybe the lyrics are yet another cliché of yet another person who’s down and out and needs help desperately. But truth be told  that speaks to a lot among us, yours truly included.

Furthermore if somebody came along and told me to “throw my fists up” and come on with them I’d drop everything in an instant and follow them to the ends of the earth (and don’t think I wouldn’t). ‘Cause I’d be thinking I finally found deliverance…

Incidentally I would also love getting extremely lost inside that video.  Start laughing now because I always wanted to be standing behind a mike with the elements of nature tearing away at me from all angles, surrounded by kindred spirits who are as lost in ecstasy as I am (totally non drug related)!!

So this song makes it perfectly all right for me to think the silliest thoughts and not feel one bit guilty or ashamed about it. Now putting it all out there in a blog post is another matter but I’m still going to do it.

And after that I’ll be listening to and watching this Watercolour again and again … and then some.

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