#1534 Day 36 of getting there: dancing in the kitchen with my loves part 10

At some point, you just know dancing in the kitchen was gonna make this corona countdown.

This countdown, in trying to get to the ‘other’ side.

The music of choice tonight? Well baby girl is obsessed with our music. Whatever we play passionately and religiously, she devours it, and then proceeds to play it with even more gusto.

Just recently she has been putting my Dirty Dancing soundtrack on repeat.

I could laugh out loud. I don’t, I quietly giggle. She does ballet moves to the instrumental and jazzy pieces, floating from one end of the room to the other, pirouetting and doing flying leaps in the air…

dirtydancing

While I cut cucumbers and sing in heartfelt tone to “do you love me?”

This routine has been repeating lately, and again it happened today. Both of us bopping along, she doing her own freestyle dance routine, me stirring pots and cutting vegies and acting like there is a mic in front of me.

“Will you still love me, tomorrow?”

Soon, Hubbie is home from work.

“Best movie soundtrack, EVER,” I proclaim.

“Mama,” baby girl begins, “maybe one day we can go to the movies and watch this movie?”

“Uh,” I start. “This movie is an old one, it isn’t in the cinemas anymore honey… but maybe one day we can find it somewhere, and watch it.”

(Uh, in my DVD collection? Shh).

“She can watch it one day,” I whisper to Hubbie, “when she’s 25.”

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#1512 Day 14 of getting there: Like a Virgin in 1985

It was Sunday night dinner, so that also meant it was everyone-picks-a-song-they-want-from-youtube night.

When it was my time I threw a super curveball at Hubbie, as it was nothing I had requested before… “Can you see if you can find Madonna, Dress You Up, live?”

He found the original clip for the song, which was from her Like A Virgin tour as I’d wanted… but it was the official video, and so the studio recording was used as the audio, NOT the live concert version.

And I KNEW the difference.

I knew, because back when I was 12 years old, there was a 3 month period where my parents succumbed to cable TV. It was meant to stay at $30 a month, so when it went up by a few bucks after that initial period, they ordered me to call up and cancel… typical parents. ๐Ÿ˜‰

But in those 3 months, I purged on as much extra channels as I could. I watched heaps of Freddy Krueger sequels… tonnes of C-grade teen movies… and the best find of all, was Madonna’s 1985 Like A Virgin concert tour filmed in Detroit.

I inhaled this doco. I savoured it. I taped it, and watched it again and again and again. I knew most of the songs already, but then I learnt some of her lesser known hits like the rock-grungy Gambler, and super-catchy Over and Over.ย 

I learnt the dance moves. I picked up the bits where her concert version deviated from the album recordings. I knew every single phrase and word uttered in song and to the audience, every –

“That goes for you too Grandma!” at the start of Holiday.

Her emotional – “I gotta talk fast ’cause I might start crying,” when she addressed the audience.

“Do you wanna hear some more? I said, ‘do you wanna hear some more?'”

To her “I don’t need money I need love!” declaration during Material Girl.

Tonight, as I eventually found the original LIVE version on youtube, I realised I had found so much more.

Because I had found the complete concert.

!!!!

It was all there, the entire hour set.

I was rapt. :):):)

I sang and I danced. I gasped that I was still able to remember lines and conversations. I sang along as we finished dinner, I washed the dishes, and then I worked some more on our 1000 piece puzzle (yeah we were wrong when we thought it was only 500 or so… double that!)

It made me soooo happy. It took me back to my childhood. It took me back to a simpler time.

And oh, the 80s! What brilliant fun that was! Seeing the fashion, the hair, feeling the iconic music…

HOLIDAY!

I can’t believe it, I remembered it ALL.

“I went to New York, I had a dream.

I wanted to be a big star.

I didn’t know anybody.

I wanted to dance, I wanted to sing,

I wanted to do all those things,

I wanted to make people happy,

I wanted to be famousย 

I wanted everybody to love me,

I wanted to be a star

I worked really hard

And my dream came true.”

BANG! That is her Like a Virgin concert opening monologue and that all came from my head! BOOM! Word for word it is imprinted in there.

And just because, 80s music can save us all, here is the opener…

 

#1452 “Live baby live!” in the car

For Melburnians out there (and anyone listening to digital radio online) did you know that the station GOLD 104.3 is not GOLD 104.3 anymore?

Okay, kinda not true. So the name ‘GOLD’ remains in the station title. But their vision has changed… because in fact, there are no ‘golden oldies’ as they used to call them.

They have like, everything now.

They have Michael Jackson… the 80s. (Whoops the 80s are now 40 years ago! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฑ).

They have Michael Buble (now that is a more recent artist ๐ŸŽต).

And I’ve even heard them play Ricky Martin’s Livin’ La Vida Loca (crap, that’s 19 years old if I think carefully about it… ๐Ÿค”)

But they do play artists like Pink as well, so take that. ๐Ÿ˜

My point is, they aren’t as OLD as they used to be. (Or maybe I’m catching up? ๐Ÿ˜‚).

Anyway, I enjoy the throwbacks, and Gold found it’s way out of the car speakers once again today as we drove across town. Baby girl was at school, Hubbie and I were driving to service his car, and the sun was SHINING. ๐ŸŒž

We had just finished our Macca’s drive-through coffees (no coffee snobbery allowed when you are short on time) so were kinda high on LIFE. โ˜•

One song finished and the radio station did that little promo thing, where they promote themselves in a 5 second ad… and I could hear the familiar music of the next song starting to creep out of the closing ad, slowly increasing.

“Oh!” We both said.

I reached for the volume and turned it up to like 50. ๐Ÿ”Š

Windows down. Sun streaming through the windows. And then we sang along with Michael Hutchence as he belted –

“LIVE BABY LIVE! Now that the day is over.”

Oh! What an opening! What words, what power, what amazing music! โค

We were totally pumped for the rest of the song. Jumping in the car like the crowd at Wembley! The timing was perfect. We enjoyed the noise blasting out of the car speakers, and when it was over we were devoid of any hearing capacity, but we were happy.

Happy, pumped and deaf. But most importantly, happy. ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿ˜

It was GOLD. ๐ŸŒŸ

 

#1427 Saturday Night In no. 8

A Saturday night in, but a loud, passionate and fun one with the best company.

It can get a little crazy.

It can get a little noisy.

And it can get a little rowdy, but that’s how things are when we combine, us with sis and bro-in-law, and best man and fam.

The kids will be running around the house at full speed, (and I don’t know how they don’t collect themselves on corners more often) flying past us adults gathered around the kitchen island, clicking glasses and listening to the latest tune selected that is blasting out of the portable speaker.

It’s love.

No really, it is. We were singing “That’s Amore” with booming voices, swaying to and fro and laughing at ourselves.

“When the world seems to shine

Like you’ve had too much wine

That’s amore.”

It sure is. โค๐Ÿท๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿป๐ŸŽถ

#1351 Miss Mary Mack

“Miss Mary mack, mack, mack

All dressed in black, black, black

In silver buttons, buttons, buttons

All down her back, back, back…”

Do you remember this clapping nursery rhyme?

You start by crossing your arms over your chest – “Miss…”

Clap your hands down on your thighs “…Ma – ”

Clap your hands together ” – ry…”

Then your right hands claps out to meet your partners right hand, before meeting back in the middle where you clap yours together. Every clap with your partner is a “mack.”

So it goes like this:

“Mack!” clap. “Mack!” clap. “Mack!”

Before you repeat the whole thing all over again for the next line.

Confused? It makes a whole lot of sense when you see it for yourself. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I showed baby girl this clapping rhyme when she started telling me about some song she learnt in school. I asked her about “Miss Mary Mack,” because to be honest it’s the only one I remember…

She didn’t know it, but when I showed her she LOVED it. The first time we did it we were on her bed before sleeping-time, sitting cross-legged facing each other as I tried to coach her through the actions and the words.

The third line mentions “Mary’s” silver buttons, and baby girl lost herself silly with laughter each and every time I sang it. It made me erupt in laughter too, and we never actually finished the song, she was cracking up so much.

Today was much the same. She started singing the rhyme and so I tried to show Hubbie the rhyme. I got to the buttons part again, and –

UNCONTROLLABLE LAUGHTER.

I have to say, I don’t know why it is so funny. But when I see my baby girl doubled over in laughter, absolutely pissing herself in amusement, it totally makes my day. I end up cacking it up with her.

Just to get that reaction, I will sing about buttons, ALL the days ๐Ÿ™‚

Does anyone remember any more of these primary school sing-a-longs?!

 

#1309 You can’t stop us now

I have been getting into more and more Queen after buying another one of their albums, a greatest hits.

The song that has had me revved up since last week is the addictive and fast catchy number “Don’t Stop Me Now.”

Me, Hubbie, baby girl even, have been spontaneously breaking out into song and jiggling along to the beat for days now. I was left stupefied when I saw earlier this evening a clip on facebook, where my own nephew danced to the song as part of a routine at his Deb!

What theโ€ฆ it seemed to be following me, and appearing everywhere.

It made it’s way into my head again as I was getting baby girl out of the shower and dressed this evening. Instead of getting her changed immediately, I stalled, and wiggled my hips:

“Don’t stop me NOW!”

Baby girl joined in, yelling the last word. We danced and sang and pretty much just repeated the chorus words, laughing into the mirror and looking at ourselves as we leaned into an imaginary microphone and belted out the words:

“I’m having such a good time, I’m having a ball!”

We were having such a good time and making such a racket that we woke Hubbie napping on the couch, who came to see where the party was at…

In our bathroom peeps. In. The. Bathroom.

It wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last time we sing this song… bathroom or elsewhere. And because I love posting Queen film clips to share with the world… well, go on, get on board and start wiggling… it’s such a feel good song!

#1296 A new season of Self-care

Spring is the beginning of many things.

Growth. Renewal. Sunshine. Greenery.

It just so coincides with a decision I made only yesterday, on the first day of it, to do something new.

To look after myself.

I’ve been on a bit of a journey, a spiritual awakening of late. My normal awareness of mind, body and soul has skyrocketed to another level.

In turn, I come to the conclusion that, like my Mum always says “you are your own doctor.”

I am my own doctor.

We know, intuitively, what we need. No one else can really tell us that. Even if we do learn something from an ‘authority,’ really, something inside of us has been trying to tell us that all along… give us worldly signs… throw our body off-kilter so that we take notice…

Even, send us dreams.

There is always something there, something trying to get through.

It’s just whether we are allowing ourselves to listen or not.

I’m not going to do anything crazy. I just have a heightened awareness, and in order to nourish my body, in making mindful food choices and trying to be more active, I will also be doing things for my mind, and my soul.

Yoga.

Meditation.

Music – I find it so therapeutic, and I am actually going to be singing/dancing on my own for at least 5 minutes a day. TRUE STORY.

Laughter – nothing makes me happier than when I find a new comedian via youtube, and I sit there almost crying for about 5 minutes straight.

Nothing crazy. Nothing unattainable.

Most of it, free.ย 

I am going into this realistically. There are days I may not be able to do much on my list. I will forget and let go of those days.

Then there will be days that I smash it out of the park. Those are the days I will use as fuel to push me on and keep me going on my improvement pursuit.

Just tonight I sat down, for like 2 minutes because that is all I had, to do some yoga moves…

Baby girl found me.

And she saw the book I was working from, and wanted to do yoga too.

They actually do yoga in her class. I wish I was in prep again.

So I let her. Old me would have been slightly annoyed to have lost my ‘me time,’ but new SmikG said ‘let go’ and breathed in and out as deeply as I could.

Watching her do the ‘cat-cow’ as we both went on all fours, made me smile.

It threw me off my yoga focus… but I was laughing. Relaxed. Wasn’t that the point?

Yep. It sure is.