“Chills run up and down my spine”

O’ man! I am sitting here trying to write a ten page research paper on “Miracles, revelation and the nature of personal reality”, MLA style, for my Philosophy of Religion class.
I actually have had the TV off all day, as there was not one, single, thing worth turning it on for (since I missed Soul Train) today! So I thought I would run a little music on the iTunes since I’m working on the computer anyway. Well, the best thing on my iTunes right now is the Swim Club Radio comp I made for ya’ll. On it goes, and now I can’t concentrate on David Hume’s arguments “Against Miracles” for nothing!

I fricking love this comp!!!

I must think I’m a bloody genius. It makes the hair raise up on my arms to hear it, because every song on it, I love down to the very roots of my toenails.

So because I am being torturously slow with it anywise, because I’m trying to flippin’ graduate and maintain my GPA simultaneously here! I’m going to give you a couple of mischievous hints:
It starts with The Avengers Theme, it ends with Salt Of The Earth. The in-between is cuts from the likes of Nina Simone, X-ray Spex, Afrika Bambaata, John Lydon, Nilsson, The Vogues and Flirt.
Does that wet your whistle?

I need to give some serious time to the ones from you’all that are new to me as well... I can’t wait to really learn something new (as soon as I’m done learning all this other new stuff for grades.)

Edit: I had to switch to Chopin Nocturnes to be able to get any work done

Walk Like A Man

The thing I DON'T like so much about “The Best Of Soul Train” is:
Once it moved into the ‘80’s, the male dancers became even more (euphemism) “artistic”. Both in their gear and in the dance moves dept. Don’t get me wrong, I have danced many an all night long with many artistic fellows at the time and since. But if I’m lookin’ for a little sumpin’ sumpin’ that artistic thing just doesn’t put the grind in my behind. Know what I mean?

On a side note, if you google “Nat Morris” The Scene, just like that, you will get a nostalgia website for our own beloved, Detroit, daily, dance show. What a great, little, funky, little, show that was. Everyday after school, or before whatever for some of us, we’d watch that awesomely cheesy thing. Now THAT used to put the push in my, oh never mind.