Tag Archives: A Cappella

Throwback Thursday: “Hey Ya” by The Blanks (opb Outkast)

26 Jul

It’s a very special Throwback Thursday, ladies and gentlemen. Time for a bitchin’ cover! It doesn’t seem like this song is that old, but according to Wikipedia, this song is almost 1 decade old (that sounds more fancy than 9 years…).

This song is awesome for a few reasons:

  1. I *love* re-invented songs. Sure, you can’t beat the original for a lot of the classics, but as we saw last week, you can always mix it up and keep it fresh. After being in an a cappella group for 4 years, I have heard my fair share of different artistic takes on some of the best songs. If you’re feeling sassy, check out NYU’s N’Harmonics performing Radiohead’s “High and Dry” and the UCLA Scattertones performing Van Morrison’s “Brown-Eyed Girl”. They are both f*cking phenomenal.
  2. Did you watch Scrubs? Of course you did. This song appeared in the episode when Janitor and Lady get married. As soon as I recognized what the song was, I was instantly hooked. This song makes me feel nostalgic – a time when I could be a wild, crazy, care-free adolescent. I feel like I watched Scrubs all the freakin’ time in college. Wanna procrastinate writing a lab report? Let’s just watch Scrubs. Hungover? We’re attempting to eat a plain bagel, drink some water, and watching Scrubs. Just break up with Jerky McJerkerson? We’re getting a pint of ice cream, a tube of cookie dough, and watching Scrubs [and also Erin Brockovich]. Just got done hotboxing in a car? You bet your sweet ass we’re watching Scrubs.
  3. You know you wanna “shake it like a Polaroid picture”. This was arguably the best part of the song. Every time the original song cam on the radio, I would dance to it like I was in the music video. I didn’t care that I looked like a raving lunatic in the car, in the grocery store, at a junior high / high school dance, etc.

So, my friends, enjoy “shaking it like a Polaroid picture” and have a freakin’ fabulous Thursday 🙂

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It’s Official – Caffeine Makes Me Crazy. Singing and Running are the Cure.

7 Jun

Or “cray” as the young people and Kanye say.

I love coffee. If terrorists threatened to take my coffee away (because, come on – who else would do that?) and the only way I was able to guarantee my ability to acquire that delicious delight was to watch either a Gigli, Live Free or Die Hard (I can’t believe it shares the name with the original – such a travesty), or Toddlers in Tiaras marathon (<<this one scares me the most), I would do it.

Oh God, make it stop.

I never used to be one of those people to whom you couldn’t speak before their Blood Caffeine Content was above 0.08, but recently coffee has become a necessity. That being said, my mind thinks that as soon as I go up to the coffee station in the work cafeteria, I should grab the largest cup available. It seems like a good idea at the time. However, over the course of the day, I start to get really antsy. Antsy leads to crazy.

Usually the crazy doesn’t set in until the afternoon, but it surely stays with me for the rest of the day. “Why didn’t they respond to my chat yet???? Maybe, I should go up to their desk and just see if they’re there.”

“Why doesn’t this web page load faster?? Doesn’t it know I have things to do?!?”

“Why didn’t they accept my meeting invite yet? I sent it 10 MINUTES AGO! GAHHHH!”

 

 

I CAN SMELL COLORS!!

 

 

I have had so much pent up stress, angst, and energy by the end of the day, I might actually explode and body parts would be strewn across the parking lot. Not pretty.

I definitely felt that way yesterday and I found a 2-part cure. The radio stations in the area always have a commercial-free-drive-home-hour, so that’s the first step. Step two involves turning my radio up to the maximum level that my eardrums and the eardrums of the drivers around me can tolerate. Step three is to sing/scream the entire way home. (Self disclosure: I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I LOVE scream-singing “What Makes You Beautiful” by One Direction. I think it’s because I have the same vocal range as a teenage pop star.) The next major part of the cure involves intense running. While I haven’t run in the longest time due to a little something I like to call “girl get up off yo’ lazy @$$,” I feel good making a conscious effort to clear my mind and release some tension.

I’ve had a lot floating around in my mind lately, and just running it out was an awesome way to sort through some things that have been weighing so heavily on my person. The only part that sucks is my asthma. I have to fix that…

For the singing part, I think I’ll try to find a summer a cappella group to either join or watch their shows. I miss singing in an awesome group and I hope to get back into it soon.

“Everything is better a cappella.” – Andy Bernard