Poshdeluxe

one fine shining example

this is what happens when you transfer old mp3’s onto yr work computer

so last night, i was packing for my mini-trip to boston (eee!), and i
decided to play some music on my home computer (which i never do, cos i
haven’t updated my playlist in aaaages). as song after song rolled
through my itunes, i realized…

I HAVE A VIRTUAL TREASURE TROVE OF MUSIC, thanks to heavy abuse of
rice’s high-speed internet connection back in ye olde college days.

holy CRAP.

in the midst of one of the most ridiculous solo dance parties i’ve ever
thrown for myself, i had a *brilliant* epiphany: i need to bring these
songs with me to work!!!

yes of COURSE! what better way to perform as an administrative professional than by listening to real mccoy while filling out important and v. official documents?

oh that’s right. it’s a link to the song, xanga pants. and that’s what
this post is all about. i want to share the JOY of these cray songs
with you. then you can have yr own shameful dance parties. like this
one:

that old guy in the green shirt is totally a flashdancer. i mean, you can just *tell*.

the beauty of this post is that no one has to know that you actuallly WANTED to download, say, shaggy’s “it wasn’t me.”

cos, you probably haven’t even HEARD that song. nor do you care. at all. really. i mean, these people obviously hate it.

especially the cowboy hat guy.  it looks like he’s actually
arguing with his girlfriend, as if attempting to convince her that she
did not, in reality, see him with the girl from next door, getting busy
on the bathroom floor.

she’s not buying it. and i think shaggy would tell him to lose the hat.
or else start hitting on the girl behind him with the weird half-shawl
thing. she looks loose.

but HOLLA i bet you can’t way to RAWK OUT with crazy town!!! i can just hear these boys screaming, “you’re my pretty baby, YOU MAKE ME GO CRAZAAAY!”

because, hey, it makes them feel cool.

a dance party wouldn’t be complete, of course, without a little slow
dance action. and this isn’t really a slow dance song, per se, but it
IS richard marx. gah i wish my last name ended in an “x” so that i, too, could be a god of rock. or easy listening pop, as it were.

and yes i really did download that song in college.

anyway

pants world will tell you that, whenever i go to mugshots, i am drawn
to the jukebox like a moth to a flame. a flame that costs money. and
there’s one song in particular that i ALWAYS play, cos i think it sends
a JOLT of heavy metal ENERGY throughout the bar.

that song, my friends, is panama.

when i hear it, i feel like all of these looney children are inside of me:

all shouting “PANAMA!” over and over and over again in an eternal anthem of sweet rock bliss.

you know, when you google “dance party,” sometimes strange things come
up. images that perhaps you feel sort of weird about posting.

the ribbon dancing, however, beat out my ethical concerns.

plus, it seemed really appropriate to pair with don’t stop believing.

so, the main message here is: throw yrself a dance party.

and don’t be ashamed. when salt n pepa tell you to push it, you don’t want to disappoint them. or else they’ll get pissed.

trust me.