Dancing like nobody is watching
Saturday, 28. May 2005, 17:08:20
Excuse me while I get this out of my system (before anyone asks, I know exactly where my caps lock key is thanks)...
WOOHOO! SHOUTING LAGER LAGER LAGER! MEGA MEGA WHITE THING MEGA MEGA WHITE THING MEGA MEGA SHOUTING! SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT COMING FORTH TO CARRY ME HOME! BEST BANANAS! QUALITY! THEY CALL US PROBLEM CHILD WE SPEND OUR LIVES ON TRIAL WE WALK AN ENDLESS MILE WE ARE THE YOUTH GONE WILD!
Why am I typing like an AOL user? Because I am shouting.
Why am I shouting? Because I have completely lost my voice & in real life I cannot make a noise above a raspy whisper, & even then I go silent after a few syllables. On line is the only place I can communicate normally at the moment.
The worst thing is everyone here knows I can't talk, so they are trying to help by asking me a non stop stream of questions that I have to struggle to answer using a combination of painfully hoarse whispers, sign language & written notes punctuated with lung busting coughing fits reminiscent of a seal colony.
How did I lose my voice? Last night I went out to a club with a dozen collegues from work. It was my first time in a nightclub for about two years & I was looking forward to a good night spent on the dance floor. More than that though I was looking forward to dancing with my good friend Chris in particular who gained a reputation for being a madman on the dance floor at the last work's night out to a club which I didn't attend & his partner in crime Darrell. The pair of them are collectively known as the Funk Soul Brothers (a reference to the Fatboy Slim tune of the same name).
Thay just haven't seen me dance I thought.
As it turned out Chris & I are dance partners seperated at birth with pretty similar styles. Both of us consider dancing with anything less than wild abandon as not dancing.
Sadly only half of our group were prepared to make exhibitions of themselves, which is a great shame. I sort of understand those who don't dance because they don't like the music, although I don't think the quality of the music is really the point (To me going out to a club is about becoming part of a group bonded by the desire to let go of personal inhibitions & just have fun. No one cares what you look like, the point of having a dance is to have fun, not to look good). I don't understand those that sit bopping away in their chair or on the side of the dance floor. Life is passing those people by.
After spending more time on the dancefloor than almost everyone else from our group combined there are now three Funk Souls, & I am proud.
I am all in favour of banning smoking in pubs & clubs. Then I would probably be able to talk today.
WOOHOO! SHOUTING LAGER LAGER LAGER! MEGA MEGA WHITE THING MEGA MEGA WHITE THING MEGA MEGA SHOUTING! SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT COMING FORTH TO CARRY ME HOME! BEST BANANAS! QUALITY! THEY CALL US PROBLEM CHILD WE SPEND OUR LIVES ON TRIAL WE WALK AN ENDLESS MILE WE ARE THE YOUTH GONE WILD!
Why am I typing like an AOL user? Because I am shouting.
Why am I shouting? Because I have completely lost my voice & in real life I cannot make a noise above a raspy whisper, & even then I go silent after a few syllables. On line is the only place I can communicate normally at the moment.
The worst thing is everyone here knows I can't talk, so they are trying to help by asking me a non stop stream of questions that I have to struggle to answer using a combination of painfully hoarse whispers, sign language & written notes punctuated with lung busting coughing fits reminiscent of a seal colony.
How did I lose my voice? Last night I went out to a club with a dozen collegues from work. It was my first time in a nightclub for about two years & I was looking forward to a good night spent on the dance floor. More than that though I was looking forward to dancing with my good friend Chris in particular who gained a reputation for being a madman on the dance floor at the last work's night out to a club which I didn't attend & his partner in crime Darrell. The pair of them are collectively known as the Funk Soul Brothers (a reference to the Fatboy Slim tune of the same name).
Thay just haven't seen me dance I thought.
As it turned out Chris & I are dance partners seperated at birth with pretty similar styles. Both of us consider dancing with anything less than wild abandon as not dancing.
Sadly only half of our group were prepared to make exhibitions of themselves, which is a great shame. I sort of understand those who don't dance because they don't like the music, although I don't think the quality of the music is really the point (To me going out to a club is about becoming part of a group bonded by the desire to let go of personal inhibitions & just have fun. No one cares what you look like, the point of having a dance is to have fun, not to look good). I don't understand those that sit bopping away in their chair or on the side of the dance floor. Life is passing those people by.
After spending more time on the dancefloor than almost everyone else from our group combined there are now three Funk Souls, & I am proud.
I am all in favour of banning smoking in pubs & clubs. Then I would probably be able to talk today.
WIDGETIZE
lokutus_prime # 28. May 2005, 17:08
Thank heavens you can simulate shouting. I understood every syllable of what you were saying there (for a moment). It pains me to think that you are reduced to being one of the hoarse whisperers. Never mind, at least you have that much in common with the late Richard Harris -not that I'm implying that you are deceased, or that he is alive, no- what I meant was.....(lokutus gets lost in the complexity of his attempt to explain himself).... is that it comes down to hoarses for courses in the end or in the case of Richa....(lokutus realises he has embarked on a very silly explanation and switches subject)..... and I was sooo delighted when West Ham F.C. clinched that goal and the prize of returning to the Premier Division, even though I am not a West Ham supporter, but as a Londoner I had to cheer them on against those others whose name I can't remember.
Get well soon, brave steed [
lokutus
KayFour # 28. May 2005, 17:08
But, I agree completely with the "No Smoking in Pubs and Clubs," idea.
I didn't understand most of the syllables in your yell, however. I think I missed something by being in the US, but after Lokutus explained, somewhat, what was going on, I said to myself... "Ah, football on a big screen and a sports bar." That, of course, is the American equivalent of Soccer on a telly in a British Pub.
K4
orinoco # 28. May 2005, 17:08
That paragraph is made up of various phrases that I have been known to shout on occasion:
WOOHOO!
Just a general indication of excitement
SHOUTING LAGER LAGER LAGER! MEGA MEGA WHITE THING MEGA MEGA WHITE THING MEGA MEGA SHOUTING!
The very limited lyrics to Born Slippy by Underworld, which is one of my favourite dance tracks. It was made famous by the cult film Trainspotting, & every time I hear it it gives me a feeling of hope for the future. It is possible that this song may have had more of an effect on my voice than the smoke in the bar...
SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT COMING FORTH TO CARRY ME HOME!
Anthem sung on the terraces at all English rugby (like American football but without all the soft padding & no rest breaks after every 10 seconds) matches.
BEST BANANAS! QUALITY!
This one originates from the traditions of the Renegade stage at the British Juggling Convention. Mindlessly stupid really.
THEY CALL US PROBLEM CHILD WE SPEND OUR LIVES ON TRIAL WE WALK AN ENDLESS MILE WE ARE THE YOUTH GONE WILD!
The chorus to Youth Gone Wild by Skid Row. Kind of a battle cry that appeals to the rebel in me.
orinoco # 28. May 2005, 17:08
Sadly I only know of Richard Harris from the recent Harry Potter films (which certainly won't be the same without him), Gladiator & Smilla's Sense of Snow & actually I did sound exactly like that when my voice first came back.
I am now much better thankyou, but I don't think I'll lay off the shouting for a while.
KayFour # 28. May 2005, 17:08
I looked at my online language translator but there was no English to English mode.
In American "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot," is sung at funerals.
K4
kaapiovuohi # 18. March 2006, 13:22
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Cheers,
Stu