Infectious, gripping, soul-stirring... music!

• Mood: expectant, J gets in @ 3:20 pm :)
  
• Music: Black Eyed Peas - My Humps

Now, My Humps isn't the song in question here, it's Eric Prydz - Call On Me, a song that I've been going crazy over for months and months but only found out the name on Monday. (That's Eric Prydz in the photo, decent looking chap, I think.) Let me tell you, this is definitely one of those trance numbers that gets in your head and makes your insides feel all light and floaty, which is nice, it's not drug-induced so it's perfectly legal :) I really do love trance music, and I'm learning to be unappologetic about it. Since I'm black, I've been accused of giving into 'white people music' but I don't think so.

I love my dancehall, and rap/hip-hop music like anybody else, my dancehall song of the moment is Busy Signal's Step Out, the hesitant flow he has on the track is really amazing and of course that rhythm is just made to dance. Nothing does it for me like a killer bass line, which is why - and most people don't realise this - I adore 'dirty South booty music'. I remember during a kalooki get-together here on Friday night everyone turned and looked at me in shock when I started singing along with Smitty, Diamonds On My Neck. I like that kind of music. It's good dancing music...

If someone asked, the one thing I miss about college was being able to go out and dance, not with anyone either, just to hold my corner, and rock to the bass. Call On Me makes me wish for that. I mean look at the shot from the video? It just screams, music, hormones and body movement (I downloaded it by the way). It makes me want to be in a club, quite close to the speakers (I was never one of those who could actually lean up on them), just dancing, pushing my hands up to the sky, head thrown back, letting the melody take me. That's why I love trance so much, the very thing that separates it from techno and house (in my mind leastways). You've got the beat, but it's the melody that makes it. It starts out simple, and then its added to and added to until there's a big crescendo, and then it tapers off. That does amazing things to your adrenaline, and well, depending on how well the song is done, your emotions and the melody almost become seamless. Then there's hard trance, perfect for studying and bad moods, argh, let me stop. If you're not into trance you probably wouldn't understand.

The sad thing about Jamaica is that everyone's so caught up in the hype and the posing that I'd feel uncomfortable just cutting loose and jamming at a session. One of the sessions I've been to where everyone was posting up the wall but having a good time was Father Pow's Independence Bash one summer. Amazing, even in a ratty old t-shirt and jeans, while everyone else was dressed to the nines in sequins and leather, the music took me away and I had the best time ever. In Holland, I'll never forget going to Hemkade 911 Urban meets Dancehall in Zaandam, where Helda (left) and I took over the front of the VIP stage, signalling the plane, giving them a run, and carrying the crowd through the whole onslaught of Jamaican dance moves for the night. Those were the days. I don't think I have the stamina to party that hard anymore, or the budget quite frankly LOL Maybe when J and I live in the same country again... for now though, it's all about Shoutcast stations, the laptop and hopefully a radio with a working CD player for the car...