I have absolutely no idea what it means when you find yourself air-punching with abandon, tears flowing from your eyes, dancing with yourself, letting the soulful sounds of Billy Idol flow over your entire being without care during Monday morning rush hour traffic, but that was exactly the situation I found myself in this morning and I liked it.
It was like the father of all that is air-punching crept into the back seat of my car and said, "Do it. Let yourself go!" And I did. I was air-punching and swaying. I was truly dancing with myself and I didn't care who saw me or what they thought. Drive on stuffed shirts, with your blue-tooths and crazy long to-do lists, it's just me and Billy in this car and we are making big things happen!
It felt reckless and dangerous and holy and religious all at the same time. I was in the temple of Billy and all that is Billy.
Last week I found myself in the Cradle of Love. After I was Dancing With Myself this morning, I was cruising the stations, trying to find something that would bring back what I had only just found. I found a moment of solace with Siouxsie Sioux and her Banshees going all Peek-a-boo on me and then it happened. Billy and I were having our White Wedding.
So here's to you Mr. Idol. You are victorious. You are all that is right in this world. You are truly the king of air-punching. Without you, my Monday morning would be just that. Another Monday morning.
Rock on, Billy. Rock on!
Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat - AAAAAAAHHHHH!
PS Billy - If I ever find out you are locking love slaves in your house ala Rick James and Boy George, I will be highly freaking disappointed in you!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Dancing With Myself AND Complete Abandon
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I think one of my friends might be in Billy's basement. Regardless, I need to do what you did this morning. UUUURRRRGGGGHHHH...
Trust me on this. Everyone needs to do what I did this morning.
And about your friend, I can only say this...
LUCKY!
Best Billy Idol song, for sure.
But for rocking out purposes, I nearly always go with "Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now."
I read this post from my phone this morning while I drank my coffee. Then on my way to work, I decided to throw all caution to the wind, and air punch while I listened to the Ramones.
It was nice.
Good for you!
Here is the thing about morning traffic - they are only thinking of themselves...
So if they seem air-punching and dancing my heart out, they assume it's for their own entertainment anyway.
don't you mean "freakhog" disappointed? and, I have moments like this all the time, sometimes in my elevator. whatever.
As long as it's not Mony, Mony, I'm all in on a morning like that. I can't bear to hear that song anymore.
I was once rocking out to Less Than Jake on the way to work, and later a respiratory therapist brought it up in front of my co-workers.
I forgot people could see me through the windows.
I've been caught rockin' out to Prince in my car on the way to work...by my boss, who was in the car next to me. It was awesome.
My singing is so bad, the car is the only place it's tolerated. windows shut. BUT when I do, it's so over the top.
Saw Billy in the mid-80s down in Ft. Lauderdale and it was a whole night of fist pumping, great show.
saw Siouxsie around the same time in NYC with Robert Smith playing guitar. damn, where did the time go. when did I get old?
I just really remember the Beavis and Butthead where they're watching the "Dancing With Myself" video and Butthead says, "I detect masturbatory overtones."
IDOLROCK
Yeah yeah
You gotta add John Wayne and New Future Weapon to the mix, too!
Also, Pumping On Steel is mandatory for a Monday morning pick-me-up. MANDATORY.
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