Unh! Ungawa!

[ooh_di_lali]

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Came across this song today while editing picks, and it's been stuck in my head all day. It's not particularly great (and far as I can tell, the rest of Chow Nasty's stuff is pretty wank-tacular), but that freakin' chorus won't go away. It has that weird, chant-along, cheerleader-esque quality that I find so endearing for some reason (see also, The Go! Team, Avril Lavigne's so-bad-it's-still-bad-but-I-like-it-anyway "Girlfriend"). And I KNOW I've heard it somewhere before, in some other permutation, but half-hearted Googling hasn't gotten me very far (as far as I know, I haven't attended any black-power rallies recently). I feel like maybe I heard it at some far-distant sporting event, or in some teen comedy featuring cheerleaders. It's a head scratcher, but at any rate, this song has made it on to my ever-expanding, somewhat-shameful, always-fun "Party" playlist.

Speaking of, I was listening to said playlist while waiting for the el today (on a platform containing, I swear to God, about 25 people, NONE of whom could be over the age of 30--don't old people ride the el?), and, as tends to happen when I'm in headphone land, found myself kinda-dancing, kinda-mouthing the words, and just vamping/acting like a moron in general. I've been told on numerous occasions that I "strut" when I'm walking to headphones, and I know that I'm a wiggly little thing whenever I have my music going--good music SHOULD incite movement, and I really don't care if I get a weird look here or there. But I wonder why I so rarely see other people doing this--how can you be still when listening to music you love, which is presumably why you listen to on your headphones? (This is why I usually only listen to classical while I'm at work, to avoid scaring my coworkers with my spasming--most classical music doesn't really have a "beat," so there's little danger of getting into a groove.. though I do find myself making little flourishes along with "Carmina Burana.") I understand not all music is "dance-able" per se, but even when I'm rockin' out to my Old Town School Of Folk Music CD, I find myself tapping fingers, mouthing along, keeping a beat with a bouncing heel. I don't think I could physically BE still. Though I must say, I'm in jealous awe of those people--you know you've encountered them--who openly sing along with their headphones. As someone who can only bring herself to sing full-bore in the car with the windows up, I envy them.